A surviving elder clutched Shi Feiyang's coat corner tightly, tears in his eyes as he pleaded, "Hero, please save us! Those demons have taken my son, claiming they will use him for the array sacrifices..."
Xue Li's eyes immediately grew wet; she firmly squeezed Shi Feiyang's hand, her tone resolute, "Feiyang, we must stop them. We cannot let these tragedies continue." Shi Feiyang nodded, determination flashing in his eyes, tightly gripping the Celestial Frost Blade at his waist.
Along the way, scenes like this continued to unfold. Wherever they went, Xue Li would diligently bandage the wounds of the injured townsfolk, while Shi Feiyang remained vigilantly by her side.
Witnessing her gently comfort frightened children and patiently brew medicine for the wounded, Shi Feiyang's heart was filled with emotion and compassion.
