Seeing the dark fog gathering again, Chun Niang called out, "Husband!"
In times of crisis, a person's potential is limitless. This frail woman rarely made the first move, running forward to shield the man.
"Chun Niang!"
A sudden flash of sword light cut through the despair before the couple.
A long sword radiating a cold light flew out, charging directly into the dark fog. The sword's Qi dispersed the mist, and the blade pierced into something, pinning it to the ground with the sword skewering its body.
Despite its grinning fangs and bared teeth, it couldn't move.
Moonlight poured down, outlining the clear and youthful figure of a young man. His white robes were spotless, simple yet cold. Despite his young age, he exuded a mature and steady aura.
The boy's arrival immediately put everyone at ease.
However, there was something noticeable: his meticulously neat appearance was marred by a slightly rumpled collar.
