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Fog raised an eyebrow and said, ”It's you again.” As she extended her hand, an ancient mirror suddenly appeared in her palms. There was a ray of light, and the shadows in front her shifted. Suddenly, Meng Fuyao saw both Shadow Blade and Xuanyuan Min seemingly trying to look for her, but Xuanyuan Min was slowly delivering his palm towards Shadow Blade's back.

What did he want to do?

Was that real or fake?

Crash!

Meng Fuyao did not care about the truth.

In an instant, she tilted her body and charged towards Fog with her shoulder. Before the shoulder reached, Destiny Rebellion shot out from below in the trickiest and weirdest angle ever. When Fog finally realized that she had hidden the sword under the shoulder, the black gleam of the sword haΔ already reached the mirror!

Raising her eyebrows again, she swatted Meng Fuyao away, and Meng Fuyao instantly flew out weightlessly. However, Destiny Rebellion, surrounded by a white and misty luminescence, continued to aim towards her wrist. The moment Fog saw the pale-white glow, her expression changed expectedly. In a low tone, she shouted, ”Where did you get this inner energy-”

As she was distracted, her wrist trembled and the mirror flipped upwards, just in time for Zhan Beiye's golden pike to slash down on the surface.

Zhan Beiye barked, ”Break!”

Fog chided angrily, ”Trying to seek death!”

Kacha—

There was a soft sound of breaking, and a crack silently appeared on the ancient mirror. The crack quickly meandered down the mirror, but it suddenly stopped halfway through.

Meng Fuyao sighed, feeling that it was such a pity. She did not expect that the mirror would be so tough. Even after using Moon Soul's inner energy to mentally distract Fog, the combined strike of the both of them was still not able to completely ruin the mirror under such a great opportunity.

Luckily, there was a crack in the mirror, and the surrounding fog seemed to be less dense. In the thick layers of fog, there was a laugh. ”You almost managed to trap me!”

While the first word sounded like it came from the back of the mountain, when he reached the last word of the sentence, he was already right beside them. Someone seemed to move as there was the fluttering sound of sleeves and the movement of wind, and Meng Fuyao felt a bright light above her. When she looked up, she finally saw something apart from the thick fog that she had been staring at all day.

The clear sky, the hazy crescent moon, and a splendor of stars.

It was a sky filled with stars.

As romantic as fireworks and revolving around like snow, miles of stars seemed to charge towards them from the faraway galaxy. They zoomed past the extensive layers of clouds and fog, and dashed past the chilly moon and tumultuous weather conditions, just to reach that person's fingertips in an instant and allow him to control as he pleased. With a simple flick of his fingers, a ray of stars glided by. Though they looked small and tiny, they were eternal, and would forever brighten the lost ones in eons to come.

Splendor of Stars, Fang Yimo.

In the meantime, Meng Fuyao looked at him with conflicted feelings - she did not know whether it was lucky or unfortunate to see him now. Evidently, the person who was battling with Fog was him, and he was trapped in the formation which Fog set up with all her strength. Just now, when Meng Fuyao and Zhan Beiye cracked the mirror, Fang Yimo escaped from the trap instantly, and he should, supposedly, thank her. But… Meng Fuyao clearly remembered that when they bade farewell the previous time, he said that he would kill her once and save her once. So, in this encounter, would he save her… or kill her?

When Fang Yimo turned around in mid-air, he spotted her.

Though Meng Fuyao wore a mask, Fang Yimo saw the accompanying Zhan Beiye, and he looked back at her with a knowing expression.

Brushing his sleeves, he chuckled. ”Why do you always happen to offend the most powerful wielders?”

As she gazed at this ”attendant” who still looked handsome and youthful, she gave a helpless smile. ”I'm a natural foe of you all.”

While Fang Yimo battled with Fog with one hand, he pointed at Meng Fuyao with his other hand. ”Should I save you or kill you?”

Meng Fuyao looked at him in smiles and stayed quiet. 'What's up your sleeves with all these pretenses? At least I gave you a crystal house before. And I am no fool either,' she thought.

However, Zhan Beiye stepped in front of her as a form of protection.

In the silence, Fang Yimo slanted his head and thought for a moment. ”I'll first… kill you!”

Simultaneously, Fog said, ”Return Moon Soul's inner energy!”

Shuu—

The two voices combined into one, and the two expert wielders chose to attack Meng Fuyao at the same time. The stars extended miles away into the galaxy and the fog seemed so heavy that it weighed tonnes. Large patches of silvery-white glow were combined with the thick black fog, and they rolled towards her with the resemblance of raging waves. It was as though millions of splashes appeared on the vast sea and formed a high wall shaped like a vicious beast's mouth, charging towards a rocky and light boat swaying in the middle of the stormy winds.

Meng Fuyao turned into the shape of a boat!

Inner energy that was as aggressive as a tornado was not something that could be deflected with the mere strength of a human, and Meng Fuyao definitely could not handle the combined strike of two experts in her current state. Instantly, she was swept off the ground and was sent flying away into the distance.

Fortunately, there was still Zhan Beiye.