Gradually, this feeling of admiration, like a quietly fermenting wine, slowly transformed into a sense of affection in her heart.
Her eyes began to unconsciously reveal a trace of unique tenderness and longing, even amid this bloody battlefield, and the gaze directed afar seemed as though Shi Feiyang stood there, emanating endless brilliance, illuminating her world.
While she vigorously swung the sword in her hand, blocking the storm-like attacks of Beggar Gang Elder Wu Shi, she silently recited in her heart, "Shi Feiyang, you are so clever and brave. Fighting side by side with you, even if facing mountains of swords and seas of flames, I have no fear. It's a pity, I may not survive tonight, but I hope you remain well." As she thought, she couldn't help but smile, showing a faint smile that was particularly moving amidst the brutal battle.
The disciples of the Northwest Salt Gang were utterly trapped in desperation in this sudden, storm-like fierce attack.
