Wang Jian's eyes were chips of ice. The time for calculation was over. The moment for action had arrived.
He didn't need to waste breath on further explanations to Yue Lingshan. Their minds, their very intentions, were now so deeply intertwined that a single look was enough. She saw the cold, hard resolve in his eyes and understood completely.
"Yue Lingshan," his voice was a low, commanding rumble that cut through the cacophony of battle. "Stay behind me. Follow my every move. Do not separate, no matter what happens."
She gave a single, firm nod, her hand tightening on the hilt of her Verdant Willow Blade, her entire being radiating a focused, deadly calm. Her trust in him was absolute.
Wang Jian turned his gaze towards the chaotic melee that separated them from their escape route. His Glacial Bite was a fine weapon, a top-grade spirit artifact. But its aura was one of cold purity, of righteous frost. It was a weapon for a hero.
He was not feeling heroic.
