Lingxiao lay quietly on the soft bed in her sleeping quarters, looking like a fragile, wilted flower, stripped of all life and vigor. Her eyes were tightly shut, yet tears streamed uncontrollably from their corners, soaking the brocade quilt beneath her.
In her mind, the heartbreaking scene played on a loop: the towering, mighty Xiong Da, now cruelly decapitated! That mysterious and cold-blooded figure in black had appeared before him like a phantom; with a single strike of his blade, he had easily taken Xiong Da’s head, as if it were a matter of no consequence.
Lingxiao watched this unfold again and again. Each time, her heart felt as if it were being shredded, yet she was powerless to intervene. She wanted to scream, to stop it, but her throat felt as if it were blocked by something, unable to produce a single sound. She tried to rush forward to save Xiong Da, but her body felt as if it had been nailed to the floor, unable to budge an inch.
Chapter 175