"Sit." A gentle yet unmistakably commanding voice from Tianmiao sounded.
Su Yu heard the voice, and the chaos in her heart settled instantly. She sat steadily in place, without moving again.
Footsteps gradually approached, appearing before Tianmiao and them was a man with a stern face and an even colder demeanor. His features resembled Yuanyuan by seventy percent; accurately speaking, Yuanyuan looked like this man.
Yuanyuan burrowed in Su Yu's embrace, fearfully watching the man slowly approach. This time, Su Yu didn't hold Yuanyuan's head against her chest to prevent him from seeing, as before. Instead, she coldly faced the approaching man and gently patted Yuanyuan's back.
The man walked closer step by step without uttering a word, seeing Su Yu not fleeing like before, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. But it was only a hint, passing quickly. He had no need for extra emotions.
He slowly drew his sword, pointing the tip at Su Yu and Yuanyuan.
Not a single word.
