The screams stopped without warning.
The snow stopped, too.
A clean figure tore through the hazy, snowy mist, drawing closer and closer.
"It's... the Red King!"
A soldier who got a clear look shouted.
Shen Shizong and Huo Huo, who had been arguing in the military tent, came out one after another, followed by Qing Shisan and the others.
Feng Bei's figure flashed, leaving a shimmering afterimage on the snow. In the blink of an eye, she was at Zheng Xiu's side, reaching out to support him.
Zheng Xiu swayed slightly, then winked at Feng Bei. "It's nothing."
Feng Bei was silent.
Zheng Xiu smiled again. "Now that felt good."
The look on his face was one of utter satisfaction.
For a moment, Feng Bei lost her usual calm and composure, her hands frantically patting down Zheng Xiu's body.
She only breathed a sigh of relief when she found no wounds hidden beneath his clothes.
"How did you snap out of it?"
