"You're still waiting for 'him'?"
Biya's expression turned icy. "That guy was on the verge of disappearing anyway. Now that my wounds have healed, you'll never see him again!"
"Anu... is still here?" she murmured.
"Not anymore," Biya said, his tone rigid.
A dull ache spread through Sang Luo's chest, tinged with bitterness. Anu represented a fervent, pure love for her.
By healing Biya with her own hands, she had also condemned Anu to disappear completely.
They stared at each other in silence, the air growing as cold as it was when they first met. Suddenly, a sound came from behind them. Biya's expression hardened, and he pressed her firmly into his chest.
Figures emerged from the dense surrounding forest.
Biya's eyes narrowed dangerously. 'He had gone to great lengths to hide, yet these annoying pests still found him.'
Samuel Taylor had suffered a major defeat in their last battle; there was no way he would let his opponent off so easily.
