The appearance of this beautiful and aloof woman was too strange; her martial arts skills were probably far superior to his.

When did such a person appear in the capital of Xiliang?

Shu Yun met the butler's gaze directly and pressed, "Where is Xie Fu?"

If this question had been asked three years ago, the butler would have answered without hesitation and told her where the young master was.

But now, this woman named Shu Yun has vanished into thin air for three years. No matter how much the young master searched the entire Western Liang capital and even the whole of Western Liang, he couldn't find a trace of her.

This made him question her identity.

If she were truly just an ordinary female healer, traveling throughout the country to treat the sick and save lives, and had learned martial arts for self-defense, that would be one thing. But how could she possibly vanish into thin air like water vapor within the territory of Xiliang, leaving the Xie family, who held power throughout Xiliang, with no way to investigate?

He would never believe it if you told him she had no powerful backing to help her escape.

The steward swallowed hard, took a step back, and lagged half a step behind General Ma, adopting a defensive posture.

"Miss Shu Yun..."

Shu Yun didn't have time to explain the whole story to him, nor did she have time to come up with a reasonable explanation. Right now, she just wanted to know where Xie Fu was.

Her wide, scarlet sleeves fluttered and danced, as if a gust of wind was forming invisibly and lingering around her fingertips.

Shu Yun raised his hand to the crowd in front of him, and the wind at his fingertips rapidly swirled and expanded from his fingertips to cover his entire body.

The crimson skirt was lifted by the gale, and her long black hair was swept into the air. Shu Yun looked down at them with her clear, dark eyes. Her voice was still clear and pleasant, but it inexplicably made everyone feel a chill.

Where is Xie Fu?

The usually shrewd and worldly butler, his eyes now somewhat clouded, reflected the image of the stunning woman in a flowing red dress. For the first time, he couldn't control his expression or hide his emotions.

He murmured, "A monster?"

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"Young Master..."

Li Tie stood beside Xie Fu, carrying a heavy iron sword.

Not far away, the Southern Barbarians were slowly closing in, surrounding all the remaining Wind and Thunder Cavalry, with the intention of annihilating them.

Xie Fu, who had been addressed as "Young Master" by Li Tie, exerted force with his lean arms, drawing an arc downwards with the tip of his spear.

The blood stained with the gun tip was flung away, falling to the ground and leaving a dark red trail.

Xie Fu casually wiped the blood off his face and looked up into the distance.

Three years of war had completely eroded Xie Fu's remaining youthful spirit, making his once-naive features more rugged and sharp. He was tall, thin, and upright, with dark, unfathomable eyes.

Even in a desperate situation where he was outnumbered, he showed no sign of panic. Instead, a slight twitch appeared on his lips, as if he didn't take those people seriously at all, or as if he was facing death with a sense of resignation.