Elder Zhao blinked in confusion, his concentration broken. "What? But the traitor—"
"That man has arrived at the mountain!" Chen Wuxian's voice carried naked fear. "The Emperor—he's already broken through the outer defenses! The Sect Master's orders are to withdraw all personnel immediately!"
Understanding dawned in Zhao's eyes, followed quickly by relief. He nodded sharply, his flying sword rising beneath his feet. "Understood. The trap is set?"
"Everything is in position," Chen confirmed, his own sword materializing as he prepared to flee. "Let the beast walk into the web we've prepared."
Feng felt icy crystals form in her blood as she processed their exchange.
'Trap.' They had lured Tianlong away from her, away from Yue, away from any support, and into some kind of prepared ambush.
Both elders shot skyward, their retreat so swift that even her enhanced cultivation struggled to track them.
But they didn't leave her unoccupied.
