The Tianjiao life-and-death battle that should have ended precisely in one incense stick time and ninety-three breaths was hastily concluded after Xie Tian's words "Should have said this early on" without even lasting another breath.
A flock of three-headed crows flew over the heads of Dongfang Wu and the others, their harsh cawing making the atmosphere even colder.
Ying'er involuntarily shuddered awake, her eyes spinning around and quickly assessing the state of those around her—
As if struck by lightning.
Even Miss Dongfang Xiu, who had always been the epitome of a young lady, couldn't help but widen her bright eyes, a momentarily adorable yet obviously befuddled expression.
"How could this be…"
Ying'er couldn't comprehend.
The young cultivator, hailed as the foremost Tianjiao in his family, qualified to accompany the young lady on her training journey, admired for his extraordinary comprehension and terrifying cultivation, was seasoned in battle with excellent judgment.
