"Hanxi, please, just be good." A hint of pleading laced his voice. At that moment, a flicker of black mist surged in the depths of Mu Yanfeng's eyes, only to vanish as quickly as it had appeared. The strangeness of that instant made my heart tighten, and a nameless sense of unease began to spread within me. I stared at him in terror, unable to fathom what that fleeting shadow of darkness truly meant.
The unease in my heart grew more intense, as if I could sense a great storm approaching. And I, like a tiny skiff in the midst of a gale, drifted helplessly, not knowing how to escape this harrowing fate.
Just then, Mengzhang rushed over like a bolt of lightning. His hair was disheveled and his face appeared weary, but a fire of unyielding defiance burned in his eyes. Behind him, a few disciples followed closely, their expressions tense.
Chapter 83