But what truly surprised Feng Guang was—”The Demon-Suppressing Tower is extremely dangerous. Why would your master send you there? Does he not realize how perilous that place is?”
“You need not worry about me, Miss. If demons and ghosts were to escape from the tower, the world would suffer. I am here precisely to prevent that from happening.”
“So you’re saying you’re so righteous that you don’t even care about your own life?”
“Miss, you are also part of the Xuan Sect. You should understand our duty to protect the world. As the sect’s chief disciple, it is my responsibility to do this.”
“Foolish!” This was the first time Feng Guang had ever felt angry. “I know what the Xuan Sect stands for, and I understand responsibility. But your life is your own. No matter what happens, you cannot disregard it so easily! Have you ever thought about how many people would grieve if something were to happen to you? How heartbroken your friends would be?”
There was a long silence before he finally responded, “Miss, I have no friends.”
“…Huh?”
“I oversee the Disciplinary Hall.”
The Disciplinary Hall—responsible for enforcing rules and punishing offenders. Naturally, that meant making enemies. Its disciples were often resented and ostracized by others. Despite the Xuan Sect’s outward harmony, it was still a reflection of the mortal world, full of its divisions.
Feng Guang hesitated. “Then… what about your junior sister? If she comes to you so often, doesn’t that mean she’s willing to be close to you?”
“My junior sister…” Fang Yue’s voice sounded uncomfortable. “She only visits me so that I’ll be lenient when she makes mistakes.”
Feng Guang hadn’t expected that answer and was momentarily stunned. “Wait… you two are young, spending time together—nothing else ever happened?”
Like holding hands? A little kiss, maybe…?
Cough. She couldn’t bring herself to say that out loud in front of such a serious man.
“You’re overthinking things, Miss. My junior sister is just my junior sister. I have no interest in romantic relationships.”
Suddenly, a loud commotion came from Fang Yue’s side. Feng Guang lost all interest in teasing him and asked anxiously, “Fang Yue, what level of the Demon-Suppressing Tower are you on?”
“The eighteenth level.”
The highest level—where only the most dangerous and bloodthirsty demons were sealed.
Through the Hanyuan Sword, Feng Guang could hear monstrous howls and the eerie wind filled with demonic energy. She hurriedly asked, “Did you bring demon-repelling talismans? Have you set up defensive formations around yourself? Do you have healing medicine?”
“I’ve prepared everything.” His voice suddenly softened. It was the same as usual, yet there was something subtly different about it.
Feng Guang didn’t have time to dwell on it. “Stop talking to me and focus! Watch out for surprise attacks!”
“I will be careful.”
As soon as Fang Yue finished speaking, the sound of clashing swords rang out. Feng Guang knew he was already in battle. Since she couldn’t see anything, she could only judge the fight by sound. Fortunately, there were no signs that he had been injured.
She had just begun to relax when she heard the sharp sound of a sword piercing flesh, followed by a hoarse and sinister voice filled with glee. “Xuan Sect disciple, your vigilance is pathetic.”
“Fang Yue!” Feng Guang shot to her feet and shouted at the Hanyuan Sword, “Are you alright!?”
“I… am fine…” His voice was weak—he must have lost a lot of blood.
“Hmm?” The unknown demon spoke again. “Another woman?”
Feng Guang slammed her hand on the table. “Hey! I don’t care what kind of demon you are—if you dare lay another finger on him, I swear I won’t let you get away with it!”
“Oh? How amusing. Even if I do kill this boy, what could you possibly do to me?”
“Wait—stop!”
“Feng Guang…” Fang Yue’s voice grew faint as if he was barely holding on. “Don’t… grieve for me…”
“Fang Yue!”
Suddenly, the Hanyuan Sword burst into brilliant light, illuminating the entire bamboo house. When the light faded, the room was empty—its occupants had vanished.
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