Ye Buyi's eyes were fixed on the sky, where intense flames violently dispersed, almost scorching his will to the point of pain. The impact of this event was so tremendous that it froze his thoughts.
Fire Qilin?
City Lord of Anxi, Li Guanyi?
Who?
He was momentarily stunned, staring blankly at the sky, almost without any reaction.
No joy, no sorrow, just emptiness.
Just emptiness, as if all of this were merely an illusion, as if he could once again hear the laughter of youth galloping over the bluestone path, glancing around carefreely.
Zhou Liuying shouted: "Ye Buyi, are you courting death!"
A hooked scythe spear thrust out from horseback, its spearhead rotating, enveloped in an explosion of Inner Qi, intercepting a heavy slash from a Wolf King Captain. Ye Buyi's body instinctively reacted, spinning as he slashed out, the fierce battlefield atmosphere shattering the memories of youth.
