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Han Zhong reflexively hugs Naya and ducks down. The two of them almost fell to the ground when a large shadow passed over their heads. The bluish light from under the roof of the shrine flashed once, a sign that something was blocking it. When Han Zhong looked up and looked far away at one of the branches of the Heart Temple tree, someone was removing her black robe and dropping it into the pond.

Han Zhong's eyes widened. From within the darkness, those green eyes flashed brightly like a wolf in the middle of a forest. Naya was stunned for a moment.

"Yixu!" she said sharply.

"Yixu? Who's she?"

Naya narrowed her eyes. She stepped forward with one foot and puffed out her chest. "I thought you would never dare set foot into this sacred place. It turns out that an Abyss really has no shame, huh?"

"Abyss?" Han Zhong suddenly found himself wondering. He looked from a distance. The elf who was now only wearing a light blue steel shield to cover her chest and a long skirt made of simple cloth stood as if perched on top of that large branch.

"Why would I be ashamed if it could make me stronger? Ah yes, sorry if I sound impolite but Prince of Dragon, introduce me…" Yixu shot through the air, shifted like a jet plane, and landed smoothly on her thin tired legs in front of Han Zhong.

The corners of Yixu's lips rose. "Yixu. A Myth of Abyss and Eaven blood."

"Do not come close!" Naya shouted while blocking Yixu who was about to shake Han Zhong's hand. Pushing the boy back a little then looked at Yixu like a mortal enemy.

When Han Zhong was watching closely, earlier, the cloth bag that Naya was carrying behind her back caught her attention a bit. And when something poked out slightly from the gap in the cloth bag, suddenly, Han Zhong was attacked by another stinging force.

"Oh, sorry, didn't mean to snatch him away, but wasn't he the one who wanted to go to my place?"

"Your place?" Naya turned her head towards Han Zhong who was enduring the strong pressure from something in Naya's cloth pouch.

"You want to go to the Abyss Hole? Didn't you say you wanted to go to the Folix Hole—?"

Yixu's laughter intervened slightly. "Take it easy, Naya. I will welcome him very well. Don't be overprotective either, does he really need bodyguards?"

"Get out of the way and get out of this temple, Yixu. You don't deserve to step on this place!" snapped Naya fearlessly. It was as if the Naya that Han Zhong had seen in front of the carpenter was very different from the Naya now.

"Naya, wait a moment," Han Zhong pulled Naya a little closer. "You don't need to provoke anything. Even though you are Half Orbs, I can still feel you from a distance. Were it not for the splendor and powerful energy of the Heart Temple, perhaps I would have anticipated you from the moment you approached here."

Yixu laughed, "how I can't wait to take you to the Folix Hole."

Naya confronted him, "no," said Naya, "you didn't take him to the Folix Hole. You will kill him."

Yixu's narrow, sharp eyes flashed in the moonlight. Then she whispered and coldly, "exactly."

After saying that, a gust of wind pushed Yixu's body backwards. Simultaneously, Han Zhong immediately pulled Naya and a Flinch from the back door of the temple which was still open, gliding and jumping swiftly in the air. Han Zhong saw Jing Lung who took out his sword and then landed in front of Han Zhong. Blocking Yixu who was knocked down and thrown slightly away.

"Jing Lung!" Han Zhong exclaimed.

Jing Lung turned his head with a faint smile, "It took a few minutes to actually jump from the treetops of the Bluelit border. Who's she? Are you all right?"

"As you can see," said Han Zhong then frowned, "where is Gu Do?"

Before Jing Lung could answer, Yixu, who was half lying down, immediately got up and took off like a jet plane. Almost bumped into Jing Lung. But deftly, young Flinch was able to step aside and swing his sword in the air.

Yixu was already like a bird perching and perching here and there.

"You must be Jing Lung who ran into that stupid old elf earlier," Yixu's voice was a little breathless. Maybe because it fell. Now she is perched on a tree branch attached to the rocky wall of the temple.

Jing Lung's brow furrowed. "You know how—"

"Folix," said Yixu half smiling. "I ordered that Folix follow you. And it turns out that even though your efforts seem futile, it turns out that you also got important information from that old elf."

It was Han Zhong's turn to be momentarily stunned. He stalled at these moments because his focus was split in two. On the one hand, he was afraid that Yixu would use his strength to kidnap Naya and Jing Lung to the Folix Hole. Because until now, he still didn't know how to get out of that hole—but with this talk—what Yixu said, it seemed that Jing Lung already knew the answer.

It's just that, just as Jing Lung was about to say something, suddenly from behind her pocket, Yixu threw three flat, bright blue knives—which in a second pierced Jing Lung's chest.

Naya shouted—but it was too late. Jing Lung fell to the ground, Han Zhong had just gripped his Dragon spear but just as he was about to throw himself at Yixu, suddenly the woman was already flying towards him, crashing into his body and sending him flying to the floor.

Han Zhong's shoulder hit the ground. He stared at Jing Lung who was growling in pain while Naya crouched beside him, wide-eyed in panic. Jing Lung's flat and sharp blade flew a little away from his position.

Han Zhong got up, looked up, and saw another flat blade attack from the air. This time, Han Zhong had time to dodge. He spun his Dragon halberd, throwing the green shining flat blade back at Yixu. But Yixu's speed was like a bird's. And the great thing, she can fly.

Before Han Zhong really got close to Jing Lung, he could hear his friend whisper softly.

"Han Zhong, you can get out of the Folix Hole," Jing Lung said with difficulty.

"Don't talk yet," Naya scolded, busy tearing a piece of cloth from her clothes and then using it to suppress the blood that had clogged up on Jing Lung's skin. Jing Lung's lips suddenly turned white. Han Zhong couldn't bear to look at it. He took a deep breath, then looked up.

But before he could get ready—still a little shocked by Jing Lung's state—his body was hit again by Yixu who darted towards him. Causing Han Zhong to fall to the ground. Her spear was thrown, and Naya shouted.

"Han Zhong!"

Yixu's thunderous laughter echoed throughout the empty temple. "Look at how weak the Eaven is. Sometimes I wonder why someone as smart as you would still want to serve the God of Light who so clearly only admires peace. What is the pleasure of peace?"

Han Zhong got up again, but before he was about to pick up his spear, Naya took out a bright blue bow with a luminous and transparent hilt from her cloth pouch. The bowstring stretched tight when Naya put down the white and flat bow—which was like crystal behind her arrow. Before Naya took aim, Han Zhong was shocked.

And before he could draw an arrow, Yixu shot towards Han Zhong. Hugging Han Zhong, then leading him away from the temple.

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