Chapter 766 – Heavy and Despairing Breathing (1/2)

Chapter 766 – Heavy and Despairing Breathing

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

Tianhai Zhanyi realized that he was flying.

He then realized that he had regained control over his body and instinctively began to wave his arms, his somewhat ridiculous figure akin to that of a dancing puppet. However, his movements were still incapable of shifting his trajectory. As he saw Nanke's small face get closer and clearer, he showed an expression of despair and closed his eyes.

He fell into Nanke's hand, but he did not die.

Nanke had grabbed his front lapel and held him up in the air.

Tianhai Zhanyi opened his eyes, his body shaking uncontrollably, a plaintive whine issuing from his lips.

Nanke tilted her head as she took measure of him, her somewhat dull eyes appearing rather doubtful, somewhat confused as to what was going on.

Tianhai Zhanyi was even more perplexed as to what was going on, overwhelmed by fear and confusion.

Nanke looked past him.

The troops of the Mount Song Army and the experts of the Emotion-Severing Sect and the Tianhai clan were also very confused as to what had just happened.

Zhu Ye and Ning Shiwei had already vanished from the mountain path.

Two howls of wind could be heard in the darkness of the mountain range, along with the occasional sound of a pine tree being crashed through.

One figure was swiftly charging down into a valley while the other was madly rushing up the snowy peaks.

In just a few moments, the two figures were already several hundred zhang away.

Zhu Ye and Ning Shiwei had left.

They had left with the greatest resolve, utterly uncaring about the lives of the subordinates and trusted aides that still remained.

It was evident that this had been their plan the entire time, that they had long since reached a tacit understanding.

The initial questions Zhu Ye had asked the middle-aged scholar and the conversation with Nanke had both been smokescreens.

They had thrown Tianhai Zhanyi at Nanke to buy themselves a little more time.

They had fled in two different directions to buy themselves a little more chance.

All had been for the sake of escaping.

Zhu Ye had never once thought about staying and fighting Nanke. He was not afraid of Nanke's strength, but he had seen through the other person.

It was that middle-aged scholar.

It was rumored that the Candle Shadow Shaman elder who was constantly at Nanke's side truly was very skilled at using the zither to control her foes, but Zhu Ye was incredibly sure that that person had died long ago in the Garden of Zhou.

Just who was that zither-playing middle-aged scholar?

Zhu Ye thought of a possibility, but this sort of conjecture was too frightening, so not even he dared to believe it.

When the rain of crossbow bolts was falling over the mountain path, he wasn't even paying attention to Nanke's response, but instead staring at the middle-aged scholar. The middle-aged scholar had kept his head lowered to the ancient zither at his chest. He remained unmoving, so the zither strings also did not move, and no attempts were made to dodge, yet those crossbow bolts infused with Sacred Light seemed to naturally drift away out of fear.

This incident made Zhu Ye even more confident that his conjecture was true.

Even if it was only a one-in-one-thousand chance, if the middle-aged scholar was really that person he had thought of, if he did not leave, his death tonight was certain.

So he had decided to escape without the slightest hesitation, even if he looked rather shameless and pathetic.

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Zhu Ye and Ning Shiwei vanished into the dark mountains like two stray dogs.

The soldiers of the Mount Song Army and the experts of the Emotion-Severing Sect were at a loss, not understanding what was going on, much less what they should do next.

The people of the Tianhai clan, seeing that their young master was in the clutches of the Demon Princess, were nervous to the extreme.

Tianhai Zhanyi looked into Nanke's eyes, incredibly afraid, but the shadow of death caused an unimaginable courage to emerge. With a shout tinged with sobs, he struck with his hands at Nanke's forehead.