Ice-cold river water rushed into my nose and mouth. I swam for all I was worth and finally dragged myself onto the opposite bank. Soaked to the skin and shivering violently from the cold, my heart felt even colder—Xiaomei was still in the clutches of the Flying Blade Sect.
"Halt! Who goes there?"
A stern shout rang out. I looked up to see three burly men brandishing sabers closing in on me, their garments embroidered with Azure Dragon crests.
Chapter 110