He had watched it.
The way she devoured fortune.
The way the laws twisted around her.
She was far more terrifying than the demon.
Fate itself bent for her.
And my disciples can't stay near her much longer…
Pushing the thought aside, he moved beside Li Mei and scanned her with swift, precise perception.
Chaotic qi flow.
No injuries.
Alive.
He exhaled again.
Then, his gaze snapped upward, locking onto Rong Lua still floating in dazed disbelief.
"Help her recover."
Rong Lua jolted as if struck by lightning.
Still stunned by the earlier sword strike, the demon's death, and Chronoblade's impossible ripple, he obeyed without thinking, lowering himself like a scolded disciple.
Li Mei looked between Wang Chen and Rong Lua, confusion deepening.
Why… is the envoy of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect following Master's command?
Somewhere above, Song Po finally regained his voice and nearly choked on it.
