She wondered if it wasn't a dream after all, but something that had truly happened. But who could that person be? Not Xiao Junyan—could it be...
For a moment, she froze. The person she thought of was her master. Because whenever she faced danger, it was always her master who appeared to protect her. Besides her, who else would come to her side at such a time?
"Little Qi, freshly grilled." Xiao Junyan cut a piece of roasted meat for her.
"Oh, thank you." She responded, pulling her thoughts back, accepting the leaf-wrapped meat and eating it.
"Something's moving!" Shen Shiqi, mid-bite, sprang to his feet, sword in hand, staring into the pitch-black night.
Almost the instant he stood, Xiao Junyan and Yue'er also rose swiftly. They scanned the darkness, listening to the rustling sounds at their ears, alertness sharpening.
"It's the Yin Wind."
