MYDISCWAN (GL) (GXG) (GIRLXGIRL)

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Chapter 28: Save Me

In the hot spring, waves of steam twisting through the air, and the ambiguous lingering atmosphere, Ning Guang leaned only a finger’s distance behind Di Jiufeng.

　　

She naturally heard this cry for help, but she was always cold-hearted and had no excess mercy to care for others. She only had time for Di Jiufeng, and occasionally for herself.

　　

“Ning Guang, did you hear someone cry for help?”

　　

The voice which had poured into their ears was a young woman’s voice, frightened until the tones twisted, crisply reverberating like a silver bell.

　　

Ning Guang wanted to say she hadn’t, but seeing her Shifu already moving towards the shore like she wanted to take a look, hurriedly pressed her down, saying in a soft voice, “I heard, I will go look. Shifu, your wounds still have not taken a turn for the better, don’t run about.”

　　

Holding her Shifu’s shoulder and taking her to the shore, making sure there was something for her to lean on, Ning Guang crawled ashore, then put on her clothes.

　　

She did not hurry off to the rescue, but first crouched down, helping her Shifu arrange her dark hair in front of her chest. “I’ll come back quickly, wait for me.” Though she was not very willing, she still had to follow her Shifu’s intentions.

　　

With a severe expression, Ning Guang raised her sword, following the sound to search with an aura of killing intent.

　　

Not far away, she saw the person who cried for help. It was a fifteen or sixteen year old girl, chased by a crowd of black-clothed assassins.

[T/N: 死士 (si3 shi4), translated as “assassin” here, are jianghu warriors who are willing to sacrifice themselves for a noble sponsor for glory, wealth, or to repay a debt. Often used for mercenary/assassin jobs.]

　　

She wore high-quality yellow defensive cultivator robes, a pair of golden rings on her head, facing Ning Guang’s direction. Though the fear on her face was difficult to suppress, her beautiful appearance was not lessened a bit.

　　

This should be the eldest young mistress of some cultivator family. From head to toe, not an article was not a spiritual device, but that pair of glistening apricot-seed eyes were limpid and ignorant, like she had grown up cupped in the palm of someone’s hand, never having suffered any setback.

　　

A quite likeable young girl.

　　

But Ning Guang didn’t really feel anything. She perfunctorily drew her sword, stealing through the crowd of people like a gale of wind. Her sword rose, then fell, rustling blood splatter falling all over the ground.

　　

These black clothed people were not low in cultivation, but Ning Guang first used demonic cultivation to freeze their minds in fright, then reaped without restraint, one strike each. She effortlessly dispatched these mercenaries, making that yellow-robed young girl’s eyes go round in admiration.

　　

She saw Ning Guang turn to leave, and before she could straighten her robes, ran over, hair in a tangle.