Gongsun Ziyu spoke as she immediately untied the whip around her waist, ready to charge forward and avenge herself.
Xiao Rong'er grabbed her arm: "You're not her match!"
This girl was terrifying—not only was her martial arts prowess unfathomable, but even her gaze felt as though she was out for blood.
She had seen such eyes somewhere before, but couldn't recall where in that moment.
"You... go quickly..."
With the last of his strength, Shang Wuyou said to Meng Qianqian, "Thousand Mechanism Pavilion... danger..."
"Idiot, why did you rush over here? Why didn't you bring Tan'er?"
Indeed, why didn't he bring Tan'er?
Perhaps, deep down, he knew that it was no longer safe to go find his father.
But as for why he shielded her from that blade, he couldn't explain.
By the time he realized it, he had already done it.
"I don't want... Changle... to be sad..."
With those words, he lost consciousness entirely, collapsing into Meng Qianqian's arms.
