Though the clouds remain thick and heavy, and the surroundings are shrouded in the darkness of slaughter, making the whole world appear dim and unclear, when that lone rider slowly approached the opposite bank of the Cangtou River, Shang Ruyi inexplicably felt that the scene before her suddenly brightened.
It seemed as though at this moment, a myriad of radiant beams descended from the gloomy canopy above, illuminating the rider and horse.
The tall and majestic horse, with deep purple fur close to black, was as graceful as a dragon. The rider on its back was even more imposing, with an impressive presence. In his hands, he held a Mo Blade with a dazzling chill, yet unstained by blood, its sharpness overwhelming, coupled with an invisible aura of might, pressing forward with the wind.
He was Yu Wenye.
Clad in Bright Armor, he brought forth light!
Shang Ruyi felt her breath catch.
