Wang Yan and Leng Shuang remained silent, each walking over to the bodies and reached out to drag the cold corpses together.
Then, Wang Yan gathered a ball of flame in his palm and with a gentle wave, the flame instantly ignited the bodies. The blazing fire burned fiercely, making the mountain forest flicker with light and shadow, the air filled with a pungent smell of charring.
Seeing this, Yang Xue'Er sheathed her sword, the sword making a crisp sound as it entered the scabbard. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, and without hesitation, she rushed towards Shi Feiyang, her whole being like a returning bird, throwing herself into Shi Feiyang's embrace.
Shi Feiyang held the soft Yang Xue'Er in his arms, his emotions tangled like a mess of threads, complex and indistinguishable.
He had known Yang Xue'Er for a long time and they had crossed paths multiple times.
