When her vision cleared, her heart seemed to stop. She stood there, dazed, as if her soul had left her body. She remained silent and still for a long time.
The dark clouds dispersed, the thunder ceased, the wind calmed, and the rain continued to fall. A white figure and a red figure, along with Guan Xilin, Leng Shuang, Leng Hua, and others, descended from the sky. Seeing Feng Jiu standing below, they exchanged worried glances and rushed towards her.
"Little Jiu!"
"Ah Jiu!"
"Master!"
Jun Jueshang, clad in white, held Wanyan Qianhua's arm. They looked at each other, their faces grave, their gazes drawn to the scorched black mass at the mountain's peak. A sense of unease settled over them.
