Vulnerability

Jiang Yingyue gave Ye Qingzhu no further chance to speak, and thrust the Thunder Sword straight down, quickly silencing her.

The whole world is so quiet now.

The only sound was her heartbeat.

Jiang Yingyue slowly raised her head and saw Jiang Yuan searching for Ji Yinglei, following the sound of crying. Tears streamed uncontrollably from his eyes. In a sense, the musicians had succeeded; they had successfully made Jiang Yingyue experience such despair, even the despair of killing a friend with her own hands.

This illusion was off from the start; everything about it felt illogical, especially when Ye Qingzhu coldly told her to kill Jiang Yuan and Ji Yinglei. Jiang Yingyue certainly wanted to change history, but she also knew that if she did, the false sense of beauty would only continue to waste her time here.

She has to get out, and she needs to do it as soon as possible.

Even after killing Ye Qingzhu in the illusion, she did not wake up. At this point, Jiang Yingyue understood: since she had played the role of the Night Spirit, only by dying under the rising sun could she truly correct her mistake.

She glanced one last time at Jiang Yuan in the distance, but in the end, she couldn't bring herself to say "I'm sorry."

At least in the end, her eyes still held the image of her father.

Without hesitation, Jiang Yingyue raised the Thunder Sword. The icy touch brushed against her neck, but there was no painful death as she had imagined. The next second, Jiang Yingyue opened her eyes. The scene that came into view was Ji Yinglei desperately protecting Jiang Yingyue from Xuan's grasp, and Ye Qingzhu was doing the same.

Seeing that she was awake, Ning clearly revealed a smug smile: "How was it? Were you satisfied with the dream?"

Following his words, the other two also noticed Jiang Yingyue waking up, and they finally breathed a sigh of relief. However, Jiang Yingyue had no time to pay attention to Ji Yinglei, who had already returned. She looked at Ning, who was high up, and said, "You've taught me a lesson."

"Oh?" Ning's interest was piqued.

"Never have pity on people like you."

Jiang Yingyue quickly stood up, drew her bow, and aimed at Ning, but she knew that her arrows could be easily blocked by the two brothers, so she had to think of a new way.

"Moon! Don't get distracted!" Ji Yinglei reminded her, as if a pair of strong hands had pulled her gradually fading consciousness back. Jiang Yingyue finally understood: after such a long journey, she had become accustomed to considering everything carefully. She always subconsciously thought about all the possibilities, but the Qin Envoy was constantly taking advantage of this. If it weren't for Ji Yinglei, she was afraid she would have entered the illusion again.

Thinking this, Jiang Yingyue took a deep breath. Without further hesitation, she decisively shot an arrow at Ning. As expected, it was intercepted by Xuan in mid-air.

Ning couldn't help but laugh: "Even now, are you still making a futile struggle? Your bow and arrows are completely meaningless."

"Is that so?" Jiang Yingyue responded with a disdainful smile. "Then you'd better open your eyes and watch carefully." As soon as she finished speaking, Jiang Yingyue devoted herself entirely to archery. She had no energy to talk to the other two, but Ye Qingzhu and Ji Yinglei immediately understood what she meant.

The arrows that Ji Wushuang had given them earlier came in handy here. Every arrow Jiang Yingyue shot was aimed at the two brothers' vital points. They could only parry, and even Xuan alone could not stop so many arrows. Jiang Yingyue felt that she could no longer hear any other sounds in her world. She could go faster, she could go even faster.

Since the two musicians were busy dealing with Jiang Yingyue, Ye Qingzhu and Ji Yinglei were able to seize the opportunity to get close. Ye Qingzhu seized the opportunity and used her silver whip to wrap around Xuan's pipa, breaking it in half. Ji Yinglei also leaped high and slashed at the ancient zither with his Tingyuan sword, even severing Ning's hands, which were playing the zither.

With a scream, Ning fell from the roof.