White Phantom – Bab 27: Echoes of Wrath

The wind howled through the desolate valley, carrying the scent of blood and decay. Bai Shen stood amidst the wreckage of a once-thriving outpost, his breath steady despite the carnage around him. His white hair, stained with crimson streaks, fluttered in the breeze as he tightened his grip on his sword. The battle had been brief, brutal, and merciless.

He had given them a chance. He had asked for answers.

But the moment they drew their blades, they had sealed their fates.

Bai Shen exhaled, listening to the faint echoes of dying men. His Phantom Echo ability allowed him to "see" the battlefield through the vibrations in the air. Every heartbeat, every ragged breath, every tremor in the earth painted a vivid image in his mind.

Yet, even with this power, he still could not change the past.

The image of Mei Lin flashed in his mind—her soft voice, her gentle smile, the warmth of her hand in his. A moment of peace in a world of chaos. Then, the image twisted, replaced by the sound of her final, broken breath. His chest tightened as a wave of emotion surged through him, threatening to consume his reason.

No. He could not afford to falter. Not now.

A sudden movement in the ruins broke his thoughts. His head tilted slightly as his heightened senses detected someone approaching. A heartbeat—steady, but not unafraid. A survivor? No, something more.

A woman stepped forward from the shadows, her black robes barely rustling as she moved. Her presence was strong, but her aura was different from the fallen warriors. Bai Shen focused, feeling the slight irregularity in her breath. Not an ordinary fighter.

"You're the White Phantom," she stated, her voice unreadable.

Bai Shen remained silent. He had no interest in confirming what was already obvious.

"I've been looking for you," she continued, stepping closer. "The way you fight... it's nothing like the sects of Murim. You are unlike them."

Bai Shen tightened his grip on his blade. "And who are you?"

She hesitated before answering, her voice barely above a whisper. "Li Xue."

A name unfamiliar to him. But her stance, the way she carried herself—it reminded him of someone who had seen too much, yet still walked forward.

"I want to join you," she said, her tone firm.

Bai Shen frowned. "You don't even know my path."

"I know enough," she replied, taking another step closer. "I know that you are hunting the ones responsible for what happened. And I know that I can help you."

He could hear the steadiness in her voice, but also something else—something hidden beneath her calm facade. He had heard that kind of determination before.

It was the same determination that had once driven him forward, before everything was taken from him.

For a moment, silence stretched between them.

Then, Bai Shen sheathed his blade.

"If you slow me down," he said, his voice cold, "I won't hesitate to leave you behind."

Li Xue smiled faintly, as if she had expected nothing less. "Understood."

The wind howled once more, carrying their silent agreement into the night.