The tall, swift horse galloped down the long street like a bolt of lightning, almost in the blink of an eye, brushing past them. Shang Ruyi only felt the wind dishevel her hair, and through the tangled strands, her eyes met with the rider's eyes in a panicked gaze.
Those eyes, cold and reserved, only glanced swiftly but seemed to be filled with countless unspoken words.
It was Yu Wenye!
He had finally arrived!
At this moment, Shang Ruyi felt a sudden pang in her heart; a heart that had seemed dead just moments ago now beat like a drum. Just that one glance stirred her emotions completely.
But, it was only a fleeting glance.
It seemed she also found in his eyes a trace of incredulous astonishment. The next moment, Yu Wenye raised his head to look forward, his eyes instantly filled with a murderous aura that seemed to take form, concentrating on the Mo Blade he wielded, charging at the Turkic soldiers ahead.
A shrill cry of agony rose from the crowd.
