On Zhuque Avenue in the Capital, the biting cold wind, like countless tiny steel needles, swept the un-dried scent of blood, wandering like ghosts through the streets and alleys. The scars of last night's battle were still clearly visible; shattered weapons lay scattered across the ground, and patches of blood had congealed into dark red scabs, intertwining with the ruined walls to silently speak of the carnage that had taken place. Gu Jinghong supported Shen Qingyao, helping her injured arm rest over his shoulder.
Her fresh blood traced a bizarre totem along his dark robes onto the bluestone pavement, every falling drop seeming to add a heavy stroke to this struggle for power. Holding the Qiankun Jade, Shen Mingyue's hand hovered in mid-air. The multicolored light on the surface of the jade had grown dim, yet it still stubbornly pulsed, mirroring her chaotic heartbeat at that moment.
Having lost her sight, she relied solely on her perception to gauge the danger around her. Every tremor of the jade seemed to resonate with her uneasy heart, and her eyelashes fluttered slightly as she strained to catch the subtle changes in the air. At this moment, her heart was filled with apprehension, unsure of what further crises lay ahead or whether she would successfully resolve them.
Chapter 97