Not interested in power?
Impossible!
Tang You froze when he heard her words, his head snapping up to look at Gu Xi.
Gu Xi lowered her gaze as Xidao, the blade that struck fear into the hearts of all, materialized once more in her hand.
Just then, the first ray of dawn broke through the clouds and fell upon the chilling blade. It refracted a captivating light that danced across her features, lending her a cold, stunning beauty. Yet, it was a beauty that carried the eternal, unmelting snow of a mountain peak—utterly frigid.
Tang You found himself staring into those cold eyes. They were deep and serene, seemingly devoid of emotion, yet they perfectly mirrored the scimitar in her hand—chilling and brimming with killing intent.
A breeze rustled through the woods. The mist caught the dawn light, refracting it into a rainbow of ethereal, dreamlike colors. He shivered involuntarily, only then realizing… his back was already soaked in a cold sweat.
