Shen Xinye opened her eyes and found herself standing on a cliff, with signs of battle clearly visible all around her.
The ground beneath her boots was scorched black, deep gashes carved into the ancient stone where terrifying blasts of Qi had cleaved through the rock.
Wisps of acrid smoke still drifted lazily into the crisp air, smelling faintly of burned blood and ozone.
She frowned, her brows knitting together in sudden anxiety. Did the young master already fight that guy?
The mere thought made her heart plummet into her stomach.
Shen Haoran was powerful, yes, but for whatever reason, she just can't stop worrying about him.
Panic surged through her veins as she immediately ran towards the stairs, wanting to reach the top as fast as her legs could carry her.
Her feet blurred across the shattered stone steps, her breath coming in fast, sharp gasps as she bypassed broken columns and crushed ancient talismans scattered along the ascent.
After a while, she reached the top.
