Chapter 237 - 236: The Seventh Witch
Yun Wuji gritted his teeth against the crushing pressure, stepping protectively closer to Yan Yao. With deliberate slowness, he tilted his head up to meet the Sect Master's gaze and flashed a mocking grin.
"What kind of moron asks something that obvious?" Yun Wuji said, his voice sarcastic, "Of course he's dead. I made sure of it myself."
His movements, on the surface, looked like he was doing his best to protect her. But in truth, he was just trying to get as close as possible, because the safest place in this entire mess was right next to her.
Even if that furious Sect Master were ten times stronger, as long as Yun Wuji stayed near her, he'd be completely safe.
"Sigh, the others arrived faster than expected. It's too late to run now," Yun Wuji whispered to her. His tone carried a hint of regret, as if he blamed himself for dragging her into a situation that spelled certain death. "I'm sorry... because of me, you're going to die."
"..." Gazing at his broad back, Yan Yao's face flickered with a complex expression. The situation was almost identical to what happened in the Central Ruins Realm, only she knew that back then, it was just a ruse to deceive him. This time, though... this man was actually putting his life on the line, just to let her live a second longer.
Although this man was cruel and shameless to others, he was surprisingly good to his own people. Not only did he ignore the trouble she caused and the fact that she hid her strength, but he even helped her gain perfect compatibility with darkness without asking for anything in return. And now, he was still standing in front of her, protecting her with everything he had.
Yet, from the very beginning, she had been manipulating him, deceiving him at every turn. Just moments ago, she had even considered kidnapping him, all for the sake of a Divine Marrow. Compared to his unwavering loyalty, she was nothing but an ungrateful wretch. Just thinking about it made guilt well up inside her; she had completely betrayed his sincerity.
Ever since she was born, no one had treated her with such genuine kindness, aside from her master and the other witches who were closer to her than real sisters...
"It's alright," her lips parted as she whispered, her voice unusually gentle.
But what came out was no longer Yan Yao's voice. It was completely different, more melodious, more enchanting. Every syllable carried a strange rhythm, soft and pleasant, yet impossibly captivating.