Agony consumed Ji En. Blood gushed from his nose and lips. His vision darkened.
Feng Tianyu strode closer, cold and merciless. "Remember this in your next life: the low-born must know their place. Do not reach above your station."
Ji En coughed blood, sight fading. Rage and unwillingness flared. Summoning his last strength, he spat venom:
"You're right… Ling Yue and I… shared more than you imagine. I held her, kissed her… even changed her clothes… I've seen her… touched her… everywhere…"
His laughter cracked into bloody coughs. He knew these words were poison—but if he was to die, he would die cursing Feng Tianyu's heart.
"Courting death!" Feng Tianyu howled, maddened. His hand rose, spiritual power coalescing for the final strike—
But a furious cry tore through the night.
"Feng Tianyu! Stop!"
It was Ling Yue's voice.
Just before his consciousness dissolved, Ji En glimpsed her figure racing toward them, face alight with fury and fear.