Shi Feiyang's heart suddenly sank; he wanted to refute, but her herb-scented fingers pressed against his lips.
"Do not deceive me, nor deceive yourself." Her tears burst forth, turning into ice beads on her cheeks, "The fourth Elder of the Wuyue Clan is merely the vanguard; if my grandmother hears the news… thousands of masters lying in wait deep in the desert will emerge, and the Heroic Sakura Association…"
Before she finished speaking, she suddenly coughed violently, and blood seeping through her fingers dripped onto his dark-colored gown, spreading like bright red plum blossoms.
"I forbid it!" Shi Feiyang suddenly shouted, his voice shaking the land, causing the ice shards around to fall.
