Shi Feiyang and Gong Simeng exchanged a glance, their gaze meeting with an unspoken understanding.
With a persistent dedication to Jianghu justice in their hearts, they knew full well the dangers ahead, yet they did not flinch. This daring spirit shone brightly in their eyes. They approached silently, joining their hands as if in earnest prayer, but in truth they were straining to listen intently. Gong Simeng closely pressed against Shi Feiyang, so that she could face whatever unknown lay ahead together with him.
Her love and attachment for Shi Feiyang were fully revealed in this subtle action.
The bearded big man furrowed his brows, his thick eyebrows knitted into a knot. He shook his head and said in a low voice, "It's hard to say, the Qingfeng Sword Sect may not be a top faction in the Martial Arts world, but they've not made many enemies."
Confusion was evident on his face, filled with puzzlement about this strange incident.
