She swiftly drew her sword from the sheath, its blade glinting coldly under the moonlight, perfectly matching the fierceness in her eyes at this moment.
"Mother, I'm here to help you!" she called out in a clear, melodious voice that seemed to pierce through the bloody battlefield's din, reaching straight into Su Yao's heart. This voice carried an unprecedented confidence and courage, reigniting the flame of hope in Su Yao's once-dim eyes.
Su Yao looked at her daughter, her eyes full of relief and excitement, tears unable to be held back, welling up in her eyes. "Xue'Er, you finally came back. Mother missed you so much." She spoke with a tremor in her voice, filled with longing and worry.
Then she turned her gaze to Shi Feiyang, her eyes brimming with gratitude, "Young Master Shi, thank you for arriving in time. If not for you, the Qingfeng Pavilion would have fallen into disaster today."
