Seeking The Way Forward

As Wen Qiliu and Mei Ziyan retreated, leaving behind the rush of wind, Xiao Ming's senses flared.

He couldn't identify the source of the powerful gust, but the aura it carried made him uneasy for a moment.

The fleeting sensation of danger lingered in the back of his mind, though he knew he had no time to chase after whatever had triggered it.

The air around him remained thick with the chaotic energy of sword qi, still flying erratically in all directions.

Minutes passed before the atmosphere grew unnaturally still, the ceaseless barrage of sword qi finally dissipating.

A deep sigh escaped Xiao Ming's lips as he steeled himself for what was to come. He took a steadying breath, then moved, his steps calm and deliberate, each step a promise of unwavering resolve.

Emerging from the safety of his cover, Xiao Ming's gaze swept the surroundings, his eyes narrowing in disbelief.

"WHAT?!" He gasped in surprise, unable to hide his shock.