Ji Fengming and Hei Xiao exchanged glances, both understanding each other's thoughts.

Black Owl's narrow eyes slid away from Ji Fengming's face, the gentle warmth in his eyes instantly turning cold and sharp, like sharp icicles frozen for millions of years deep in the snowy region.

A chilling, murderous aura emanated from him.

Even Ji Fengming was startled: Hadn't he resolved some of his inner conflicts with Hei Lianyu? Why was there such a chilling killing intent emanating from him?

Ji Fengming couldn't help but reach out and grab Hei Xiao.

He couldn't bear to see Xiao Chen alone immersed in that cold world, and wanted to pull Xiao Chen out to feel the warm sunshine of the real world and live happily and freely.

But Cao Miaoxian was still tugging at the hem of his clothes at his feet.

Ji Fengming looked down and met the girl's dying, pleading gaze, and finally knelt down to take her hand.

He didn't examine their injuries; he simply applied pressure to stop the bleeding.

Everyone here has martial arts experience, so we all know what's going on.

Their injuries were too severe; the places where the swords had pierced were all fatal. Even if a god were alive, he couldn't save them.

Cao Miaoling looked at Hei Xiao's desolate figure with regret and disappointment. Looking at his back, which seemed to evoke a strange sense of sadness and loneliness, she sighed softly, "No chance," and slowly closed her eyes.

Cao Miaoxian burst into tears, using the last of her strength to grasp Ji Fengming's hand, blood streaming from her lips, she murmured, "Brother Fengming, my name is Cao Miaoxian, my name is Cao Miaoxian..."

"I'll remember," Ji Fengming nodded, feeling somewhat moved as he watched the girl trying so hard to make him remember her.

They were still in the prime of their lives.

If it weren't for his and Xiao Chen's appearance, they might still be alive and well.

Cao Miaoxian knew that even if Ji Fengming remembered her, it wasn't the kind of feeling she wanted, but she was still very happy. Despite coughing up blood, she mustered all her strength to say, "If there is an afterlife, if there is an afterlife, will I be able to meet you again? In the next life, I will definitely make myself into a girl worthy of you. If we meet, will you like me?"

Ji Fengming stared blankly at Cao Miaoxian's tearful yet smiling eyes. They were ordinary, pretty eyes, but nothing particularly striking about them.

But in those eyes, Ji Fengming seemed to see a glimpse of himself.

He suddenly trembled as he held Cao Miaoxian's hand.

Cao Miaoxian, unable to comprehend it, still looked at Ji Fengming with expectation and stubbornness, waiting for his answer, and lingered on, unwilling to breathe her last.

“No, because…” Ji Fengming said softly, leaning down to whisper something in Cao Miaoxian’s ear.

Cao Miaoxian's eyes widened slightly, but her gaze towards Ji Fengming remained smiling, filled with magnanimity and forgiveness. Finally, she said, "Then let's..."

The girl's hands, now cold, fell limply to her sides, and she lost her life.

Even though Ji Fengming had little interaction or emotional connection with her, he couldn't help but tear up when he felt the girl's sincere and precious feelings and kindness.

Holding back the tears welling in her eyes, Ji Fengming turned to look at Hei Xiao.

Near the city gate.

The black owl was like a blood-soaked god of war, its back straight as a javelin and as cold as a snow-capped peak.

The city guards were alarmed. Seeing that the masked villains in black had been killed in self-defense, they decided not to get involved in these matters of the martial world and simply watched from a distance.

The ground was littered with corpses.

Only the leader remained, still slumped on the ground, frantically crawling backward while begging for mercy: "Spare me! If you spare my life, I will tell you a great secret about the fate of your entire Eastern Dragon Clan!"