Mei Jiu, you’re dead. But does your cowardice still linger in this body?
After sitting quietly for a while to calm her troubled mind, she used her spiritual sense to check the surroundings. She discovered that over twenty people had appeared a mile away, moving swiftly in one direction. Among them was a familiar presence.
It was Chu Dingjiang!
Normally, her spiritual sense could only detect people and their power levels, but for some reason, she could distinctly identify his aura!
This was likely the Crane Control Army coming to rescue the trapped trial participants after discovering someone had been killed.
An Jiu considered for a moment before following them.
The group moved with lightness skills, making it impossible for An Jiu to keep up physically. But she used her spiritual sense to track their position, ensuring she wouldn’t lose them.
After about an hour of pursuit, she suddenly noticed Chu Dingjiang change direction, heading towards her.
For a brief moment, An Jiu felt a warmth in her heart.
Chu Dingjiang moved incredibly fast. In no time, she saw a black figure swift as a panther, landing silently like a specter.
He still wore his black cloak, enveloping his entire form like a monolith.
“Come here,” he said.
An Jiu hesitated briefly before approaching.
Chu Dingjiang wrapped an arm around her waist and leaped into the air.
An Jiu looked up, able to see only his well-defined jaw beneath the demon mask.
As the wind whistled past their ears, Chu Dingjiang glanced down. “It’s only been a few hours. Have I changed so much?”
Though inwardly pleased, her words came out less than agreeable: “Did you use us as bait?”
Chu Dingjiang couldn’t resist flicking her forehead. “What are you saying? Am I that kind of person? Besides, I’m just a follower this time. I don’t have the authority to make such decisions.”
If not him, then it must have been Gu Jingxiong.
“That sounds rather bitter,” An Jiu remarked.
Chu Dingjiang chuckled softly.
Hearing his laughter, An Jiu’s discomfort eased slightly. She felt an urge to confide in him. Though generally antisocial, her frequent visits to psychologists had made her less averse to sharing some inner thoughts. However, this didn’t seem like the best time.
“What do you want to say?” Chu Dingjiang sensed her mood.
“I killed someone,” An Jiu said bluntly, without beating around the bush. “I’ve killed many innocent people before without feeling guilty, but this time I killed someone who shouldn’t have died, and I feel conflicted.”
“That’s a good sign. It shows you’re developing emotions,” Chu Dingjiang had seen from the start that An Jiu was no ordinary girl. “Although in our line of work, too much emotion isn’t necessarily good, living completely numb isn’t much of a life either.”
An Jiu pondered this.
He continued, “For people like us, being able to feel heartache is something to cherish.”
An Jiu nodded, solidifying Chu Dingjiang’s status as a wise confidant in her mind. She asked curiously, “Do you still feel heartache?”
“I do. I’m a righteous man who values loyalty and affection,” Chu Dingjiang stated seriously.
While An Jiu somewhat agreed with his claim of being loyal and affectionate, hearing him say it so directly shattered his image as a wise confidant.
Carrying An Jiu, Chu Dingjiang sped through the trees.
Soon, they caught up with the main group.
Gu Jingxiong’s gaze swept over them as he warned, “Wei Yuzhi is here.”