The color drained from Su Ye's face, her skin turning visibly pale.
In the distance, Liu Xuanxuan was running toward them, holding up the hem of her dress.
"My Prince, be careful!"
She intended to block the attack for Su Qing all by herself.
Su Qing held Su Ye in his arms, retreating step after step.
The golden beads shifted and moved with incredible speed. As the two retreated, they soon found themselves at the edge of a cliff.
Fei Chen and Fei Han were locked in battle with the man in golden robes. Fei Han's brow was furrowed, his expression growing ever more grim.
The string of what looked like Buddha Beads emanated a golden light, relentlessly pursuing Su Qing. Then, it let out a deep, resonant toll, like a distant temple bell.
Nestled in Su Qing's arms, Su Ye was hit with a wave of nausea as the bell tolled. A sharp pain shot through her head.
Seeing Su Ye's pained expression, Su Qing placed a soft kiss on her forehead.
