Desolate Winter Palace, courtyard.
Xia Yuqing looked at a sealed jar with some thoughts. Taking off the lid, she poured wine into a cup. Swirling colors of blue and golden red, a spicy aroma drifted from the glass.
The first wine Long Ming made, Xia Yuqing decided to take a sip.
" Huuhh, I can't help but worry about them." Xia Yuqing mumbled. " I hope they return fast."
Suddenly, she paused as she looked at the sky. Without saying anything, she rose to the sky as her blue sword expanded under her feet. Turning into a burst of blue radiance, Xia Yuqing rished with her flying sword.
Her heart pounded as she looked at the pink string connected to her heart. Following the other end, Xia Yuqing rushed straight towards the Great Sky Ruin.
" Foolish disciple of mine!" Xia Yuqing felt both a strange sense of love and worry. "You'd better not break your promise."
