That night, after Shi Feiyang retreated, Bai Zhi could no longer calm her restless heart.
She sat alone in the tent, constantly envisioning Shi Feiyang's heroic demeanor and handsome visage.
The dominance he exuded when exhibiting the Tathagata Divine Palm, his composed steadiness in the face of danger, were deeply imprinted in her mind.
Bai Zhi's heart raced like a startled deer, a feeling she had never known quietly sprouted at the bottom of her heart, causing her to toss and turn, unable to sleep.
Shi Feiyang, carrying Qi Meizhen, was like a black lightning bolt cutting across the sky, while Xie Wen, carrying Shi Xiong, resembled a light wisp of smoke drifting in the wind. The two flew back to the Heroic Sakura Association's base with the speed of a storm.
At that moment, the campfires blazed intensely, their tongues of flame licking the night sky, coloring everything around in a deep red.
