Just as the two women were about to kill themselves, the blurry Illusion in their line of sight gradually grew clear.
This made Ye Rou's movements falter.
"Xiaoshuang!" Ye Rou called out softly. She didn't know if it was an Illusion or if Ye Wushuang had really come to save them.
"Ye Rou!" Seeing Ye Rou's gaze fixed on the distance, Qianling called out weakly.
At the same time, a familiar cry also came from the distance: "Sister!"
The single word sounded unreal to Ye Rou.
"Qianling, what did you hear?"
A hint of joy bloomed on Ye Rou's beautiful face. Supporting Qianling, she fled forward. Amid the whistling wind, she could still distinguish that familiar voice.
Qianling was bewildered, but she listened carefully. A moment later, she too heard a familiar voice.
The two women immediately exchanged a look.
Ye Rou unleashed all her strength, channeling it into her Treasure Robe as she ran toward the figure in white.
