922 To The Point Of No Retreat 3 (1/2)

”Never expected Heavenly Courts to join the battle. We must look like jokes to you.”

That warm, gentle voice drifted out of the horse carriage. Ji Fengyan immediately recognized the owner of that voice.

Gong Zhiyu.

Ji Fengyan's gaze shifted a little, but her expression remained the same.

”Zhai Xing Lou has been behaving willfully in the Free Valley for long enough. I have yet to seek revenge for your previous jaunt at my Heavenly Courts—how could I miss out on such an interesting event as today's?” Ji Fengyan chuckled.

”Heavenly Courts intends to help Yan Luo Dian then?” Gong Zhiyu spoke up again.

Ji Fengyan replied, ”That's right.”

”I got it.” Gong Zhiyu's words appeared to hold a tinge of sadness.

Gong Zhiyu smiled as he watched Ji Fengyan from his horse carriage. His smile conveyed both a sense of helplessness and anguish, but also a sliver of relief.

Slowly, Gong Zhiyu took out a long, slender silver dagger. That dagger was crafted exquisitely and looked more like a spike. Two venomous snakes curved around the handle towards the tip of the dagger. Red, teardrop-shaped jewels formed the eyes of each snake.

Gong Zhiyu gazed at this exquisite dagger with a bitter look. Following that, he pierced his own palm with the tip of the dagger. Blood flowed out of the wound, but he appeared oblivious to the pain, steadily moving the dagger across his palm.

A bloody hexagon was carved directly into his palm.

The faint smell of blood wafted out of the horse carriage, but was covered by the overly-pungent bloodbath from the outside battle.