Jian stood on the threshold, his blue eyes bloodshot. Before him, the scene exceeded his worst nightmares. His fiancée, Hue Qing, the woman he saw as a fragile and untouchable flower, had her robe half undone, slipping off her shoulders.
Guo Jian refused to hear anything. Explanations, logic or reason had no place in his mind clouded by rage. For him, the sight of Hue Qing undressed in front of this stranger was a death sentence.
"You... you monster..." growled Guo Jian, his qi starting to crack the floor under his boots.
As he was about to make an reckless move, a sharp crack tore through the space. The void itself seemed to give way, revealing a luminous rift from which a silhouette emerged.
Zhi Mei appeared with supernatural grace.
"BaiShe, I have not yet detected where he is hiding... Hm?" Zhi Mei stopped abruptly, her blue eyes sweeping the room in confusion. "What is going on here?"
