Chen Yi looked at Yin Weiyin, whose legs had gone weak, her hands clutching the tip of the Peach Wood Sword.
If Yin Tingxue hadn't sensed that the situation in the Scripture Pavilion was dire, he wouldn't have come in. Yet, shortly after entering, he unexpectedly encountered this female crown thrusting her sword straight at him.
A trace of hostility flickered in Chen Yi's eyes as he fixed his gaze on the female crown, his fingers sliding along the blade until they grasped her pale jade wrist, which trembled even more violently.
She actually wanted to kill him?
"Yin Weiyin."
His voice was indifferent.
As his words fell, a familiar shiver spread through her heart, and the female crown stumbled and fell onto the ground.
This feeling was unmistakable—it was really him!
It's over...
She felt the fear in her heart magnify, her legs instinctively trembling, her teeth chattering, as she raised her face:
"I—I…"
