A sudden mist arose from the darkness ahead.
A figure appeared before him, and Shen Wu halted his steps.
"Shen Wu!" The girl exclaimed his name joyfully, running towards him, "I finally found you!"
She ran so quickly that she was out of breath, the butterfly gold hairpin on her hair lightly swaying, her skirt fluttering—she seemed like a bright splash in the night.
Shen Wu also felt surprised and delighted, "Teacher..."
Before he could finish addressing her, a flash of a blade split the approaching girl's figure in two, cutting her in half.
The smile on her face froze.
As she fell to the ground, the girl's figure transformed into a scattering heap of purple butterflies.
Shen Wu stared blankly at the person who drew the blade, "You strike so decisively, aren't you afraid of killing the wrong person?"
Shen Wu sheathed the blade, his tone calm and steady, "In this world, no one can impersonate Ranran."
No one could deceive him either.
Shen Wu was left bewildered.
