At this point, she no longer needed to be so considerate.
Fang Yue was deeply pained. He kept transferring his cultivation energy to stop her bleeding, saying, “I’ll take you to find a doctor. You’ll get better soon…”
“Today, none of you can leave here,” a voice said coldly. Daoist Yimu, accompanied by a group of disciples, appeared. He glanced concernedly at Mu Ning lying on the ground, then turned to Fang Yue and said sorrowfully, “I can’t believe you could be so ruthless to your junior sister. Chu Yu, you’ve disappointed me.”
“Old bastard…” Feng Guang blurted out in anger, only to tear her wound, the pain leaving her unable to speak.
“Don’t move!” Fang Yue quickly pressed her down, letting her lean against the wall. He placed Xiao Xiao in her arms, gently touching her pale cheek and whispering, “I promised you I would protect you and Xiao Xiao. I’ll be back soon.”
Feng Guang weakly replied, “Be careful.”
“Don’t worry,” he said firmly. This time, he wouldn’t hold back.
As Fang Yue summoned the Han Yuan Sword and stepped forward, a sudden chill emanated from him, affecting everyone present. The disciples trembled, but driven by the promise from their master that whoever killed the Senior Brother would become the next Sect Leader, they forced themselves to remain calm and drew their swords to face him.
These disciples were no match for Fang Yue. Feng Guang watched as he effortlessly fought off dozens, still moving with grace and precision. But even with his overwhelming power, she didn’t feel at ease. Instead, her gaze shifted to Yimu, who was hiding behind the disciples, silently performing incantations. She had an ominous feeling.
Then, in a corner, she saw a hidden child.
The little boy cautiously peered out from behind the wall, his face filled with concern for Feng Guang, but he didn’t dare approach.
To avoid any harm to Feng Guang, Fang Yue kept the fight as far from her as possible. The others were struggling just to handle him, so no one paid attention to Feng Guang in the corner.
She waved her hand, and the boy quickly approached, hiding behind the corner to shield his small body.
“Junior Brother…”
“Long time no see,” Feng Guang said with a light smile, though it was hard for her to maintain a carefree expression. “Little Junior Brother, this is the child of me and your Senior Brother. Her name is Xiao Xiao, and she can’t speak yet.”
Xuan Qing looked at Xiao Xiao in her arms. Having never seen a baby before, he was fascinated by how small and delicate she looked. He honestly said, “She’s so cute.”
“Yes,” Feng Guang replied with a soft smile, poking Xiao Xiao’s cheek. The baby remained sound asleep as if nothing could disturb her peaceful dreams. She sighed and said, “Little Junior Brother, can you do me a favor?”
“What do you want me to do, Feng Guang Senior Sister?”
“Take Xiao Xiao and hide her well. I’ll have your Senior Brother bring her back soon, okay?”
“Okay…” Xuan Qing struggled as he took Xiao Xiao from her arms. “Feng Guang Senior Sister… you need to tell Senior Brother to come quickly.”
“I will, I’ll tell him to hurry. Now, you take Xiao Xiao and leave here quickly. Don’t let anyone else see her.”
“Got it!” Xuan Qing nodded and, with difficulty, carrying the newborn in his arms, walked away clumsily.
Xiao Xiao would be fine. After all, in 700 years, she would return to her side.
Feng Guang reassured herself and turned her attention back to the battle. Many had already fallen to the ground, but thankfully, Fang Yue was still standing. Seeing that Yimu was about to complete his incantation, Feng Guang didn’t know where she found the strength, but she braced herself against the wall and slowly stood up. One step at a time, she began to move toward them.