Demoness, where are you Fleeing to?

"Xuan?"

A hundred steps away, Xue Yunrou, having lost her reason while witnessing this scene, desperately wanted to run to him, but was pulled back by Jiang Hanyun.

The latter’s distinct black and white eyes flickered with complex emotions.

――That guy, he’s far superior to the most brave, upright, and heroic version of him she could ever dream of!

Lady Jiang by her side gazed at him in awe while feeling a sense of unspeakable relief and admiration, "Just as I expected of Xuan! Such literary talent, such valor, such heroism - who in the world can rival him?"

She wondered, apart from this young man before her eyes, who else in the world would be worthy of Hanyun?

Meanwhile, on the rooftop of Wenxin House, Li Zhetian momentarily withdrew his hand from the Heart Asking Bell, "You’ve surprised me again!"

With his arms behind his back, he looked down at Li Xuan, "Can you continue?"

At that moment, he doubled the pressure of his sword intention towards Li Xuan.

The veins of Li Xuan’s neck were now visible.

"Those with a will shall succeed, break the cauldron and sink the boat, the Second Qin Pass will ultimately belong to Chu; the hard-working shall not be abandoned by heaven, taste the bitterness and sleeping on brushwood, three thousand Yuejia can swallow Wu."