Chapter 121

The violent winds were raging on. Both of them slowly approached the main tent, whose curtains had been raised by the wind. She saw the white carpet in the tent and smelt the hypnotic essence of the greenfinch.

Swoosh! Chu Qiao used her sword to slice through the arm of a guard, advancing towards the tent without an ounce of fear.

Boom! A loud sound of thunder echoed out. The torches were illuminated, causing the smell of pine oil to linger in the air.

At this instant, the child on Zhuge Yue's back suddenly shouted. Chu Qiao looked up and froze, remaining speechless. She clenched her fists tightly, holding her sword. Mo'er's voice had become hoarse. In a frenzy, he repeatedly hammered Zhuge Yue's back. The child, who had lost his entire family, had shed the layer of naivety he used to have. He was like a beast forced to desperation; bloodshot eyes, howling in despair.