But after looking around, they saw that apart from their own men fighting amongst themselves on the periphery, almost everyone else was engaged in a life-or-death struggle, and no one had time to secretly observe them.
Shang Xiye and Hei Xiao's hearts sank simultaneously.
They thought of one person:
The one the little bandit girl was talking about might be a cultivator with the Core Formation stage!
They were unaware that Ji Fengyao was the one directly enveloped by that divine thought.
Her soul was not weak, but she had overdrawn her soul power that night to control the spirit butterfly to find the magpie, and was now somewhat weak. So when she was enveloped by this divine thought, she still felt a little strained, but her gaze was fixed on the top of the cliff.
Apart from the bare rocky cliffs and the gray sky, there seemed to be nothing there.
But Ji Fengyao knew that it was a trick that person had used;
The man stood there calmly, yet no one could see him.
It's that Core Formation cultivator from the dilapidated temple!
Wuhen vaguely sensed something was wrong. Seeing Ji Fengyao staring intently at the top of the cliff, he exclaimed in surprise, "Where's Que'er? According to the plan, Que'er should be coming down by now!"
Seeing that Ji Fengyao did not answer him, Wuhen made a move to go over: "I'm going to find her!"
Don't go!
Ji Fengyao reached out and grabbed Wuhen.
Wuhen's thick eyebrows furrowed tightly: "Your Highness, why?"
"There are people above me," Ji Fengyao said, her gaze fixed on a certain spot on the high cliff, her tone and expression almost cold and indifferent.
"Someone? Who is it?" Wuhen quickly realized what was happening and became even more agitated: "No, I have to save Que'er. I can't let her be in danger again!"
Shang Xiye came over and grabbed Wuhen, saying in a deep voice, "You are no match for him, I will go."
"Let's go together," Black Owl said slowly as he walked to Shang Xiye's side.
Ji Fengyao shook her head: "Even if we all go up, it won't make a difference. Even if ten of us were together, we might not be a match for him."
Seeing that the group of people had gathered together and all looked serious, Ji Chenhai and Ji Fengming also came over.
Ji Fengming asked cheerfully in a soft voice, "What are you discussing again? Why didn't you invite me and my father?"
“You stay here, I’ll go.” Ji Fengyao released Wuhen and turned to look at Shang Xiye: “If there is still a glimmer of hope, then I can only go.”
"Together," Shang Xiye said, taking his wife's hand in his own.
"Your Highness..."
"Together," Shang Xiye interrupted his wife, firmly transmitting his voice to her, "Yaoyao, I have already forgotten you once, and now and in the future, I will never allow myself to forget you a second time."
Ji Fengyao looked into Shang Xiye's eyes, which shone like stars and had warmed her since she could remember. She gently curved her lips into a smile and held his large hand tightly with her small hand: "Okay, (Master), let's do it together."
On a high cliff.
Shang Beiyu stood calmly in the chilly early spring wind, his wide black robe fluttering in the wind without making a sound.
The magpie stood still three zhang behind him, neither bound nor immobilized, but she simply couldn't move, not even her eyes.
If it weren't for the faint shadow of the black-robed figure on the ground in front,
Xi Que almost wondered if she had encountered a ghost.
Under the cliff.
Ji Fengyao and Shang Xiye walked hand in hand through a chaotic battlefield.
Both were dressed in coarse clothes and had yellowish faces, their attire ordinary after being disguised; yet the sight of them walking hand in hand was so harmonious.
Despite knowing they were facing an invincible enemy, the two remained calm and composed.
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