He slowly exhaled a long breath, and his body, tense like a drawn bowstring, gradually relaxed. He raised his hand to return the Myanmar Saber to its sheath, and the blood remaining on the blade slid down the edge, splattering onto the cold ground, forming eye-catching crimson blossoms.
The crimson bloodstains stood in stark contrast with the icy surface surrounding them, frozen by the cold emanating from the Bright Jade Technique.
This was a tragic yet shockingly powerful scene.
Then, Shi Feiyang turned around, his steps light and urgent as he walked towards Gong Simeng.
He reached Gong Simeng's side and gently embraced her, seeing her distressed look, his heart filled with tenderness.
He softly and gently comforted her, "Si Meng, don't be afraid, it's all over now." His voice was soothing like a gentle breeze in spring, carrying endless reassurance, "The brave men of the Heroic Sakura Association will return safely, and with me here, I won't let you suffer any harm."
