The night was deep.
The sky, even more dim.
Suddenly, a group of men and horses arrived outside the inn.
Just as Feng Wuya pierced through two men in black with a sword charged with Sword Qi, sealing their fatal fate, the sound of horse hooves approached from afar.
Long Xinghe and Jiang Tao exchanged a look, their eyes filled with a touch of gloom.
The number of men in black had already surpassed what they could handle; with another batch arriving, they feared this night might truly be inescapable.
Long Xinghe stepped forward and grabbed hold of Feng Wuya's belt.
"Don't even think about making me leave!" This time, Feng Wuya had anticipated the move, and his large hand came crashing down, pinning her hand in place.
"If we're leaving, we leave together. If you don't, then let's die in battle here together."
"Wuya..." Long Xinghe felt the warmth of his large palm, knowing all too well that his feelings for her were nothing more than those between comrades.