“Junior Shishu, it’s me.” Luo Jinxiao held her hand, surprised by its icy coldness. She tightened her grip, hoping to warm it. Qu Weiyin coughed a few times, finally regaining full consciousness. Her eyes landed on Luo Jinxiao’s face, and she froze. After a moment, she collected herself, her expression carefully neutral. Withdrawing her hand, she said coldly, “Why are…
“Yes, Master!” Luo Jinxiao nodded eagerly and was about to head down the mountain when Elder Liu grabbed her by the collar and pulled her back. “Don’t be reckless. The Qu Clan is an ancient and powerful family. You’ll never even make it past the front gate.” He retrieved a letter from his sleeve and thrust it into her hand….
Silence settled over the plain. A breeze stirred, but it wasn’t strong enough to rustle even a single blade of grass. Time seemed to stand still. After an unknown amount of time, Luo Jinxiao coughed, her eyelids fluttering open. The sky above was a dull, washed-out grey. She took a deep breath, ignoring the throbbing pain that radiated through her…
The sharp pain made Luo Jinxiao jump. She grabbed the Qiongqi’s tail and scolded, “Little Sweetie!” As the girl and her spirit beast were locked in their standoff, a figure stumbled into view. Her steps were unsteady, her sleeve stained with blood that continued to drip onto the ground. Luo Jinxiao rushed forward and caught the woman before she could…
“That’s better,” Luo Jinxiao muttered, hugging the Qiongqi tightly in her arms as she leaped and bounded, her green skirt billowing behind her. The cheers and screams from behind were quickly left behind as she plunged into darkness. The darkness didn’t last long. Soon, the surrounding air seemed to solidify, forming a large net that caught her descent and slowly…