Jiang Wei cast one last glance at Fang Qingyu, her crimson eyes glimmering with a fond glow, then stepped into the distorted spatial ripple beside the Drought Fiend.
The light flashed.
The two vanished along with the abnormal spatial fluctuations, disappearing without a trace.
In an instant, at the edge of the tumultuous battlefield in the sky.
Only Fang Qingyu and Luo Qinglian remained.
The piercing cold wind billowed around Luo Qinglian's ice-blue dress hem.
She still faced away from Fang Qingyu, her gaze silently confronting the blood moon eyes of the Flame Giant.
Below, the millions of federated troops had begun assembling their battle formations.
They emitted a low hum, waiting for a command.
Silence enveloped the space between them.
After a long while, Luo Qinglian's cool voice, like ice beads falling onto a jade plate, broke the suffocating calm.
Without turning her head, her voice was soft yet clear to Fang Qingyu's ears:
"Do you hate me?"
