A voice rang out behind me before Blair came lunging at me.
In a blur of swordlight and thunderous roars, we clashed. I twisted to dodge his attack and punched him hard in the gut.
With a loud thud, Blair was sent flying and slammed into a tree.
Even though pain burned through my body, I forced myself to move forward, step by step.
Blair tried to get up but collapsed again, looking up at me with wide, pitiful eyes, his face full of confusion and hurt.
For a second, it felt like I was in another lifetime. Memories of our past flickered through my mind.
But I shook them off.
I raised my sword, ready to strike the final blow.
“What are you doing?!”
That familiar voice made me pause.
I turned and saw Justin rushing over with a group of guards behind him.
“Justin!” Maisie cried, throwing herself into his arms like she’d just been saved from death itself.
The second Justin saw her face, his expression darkened.
He looked at Blair and asked, “What happened?”
Blair glanced at me weakly, then lowered his head without saying a word.
Justin’s eyes flared with anger as he turned back to me, his voice ice-cold.
“You hurt Maisie?”
I let out a bitter laugh and pointed at Maisie. “She killed Dusty. I’m just returning the favor.”
Justin stared at me for a long moment, and then he turned and carried Maisie away without another word.
Back in my room, I treated my wounds and sat cross-legged on the bed to cultivate.
I had to grow stronger—strong enough to protect myself and take revenge.
It was late, and the night was silent. Suddenly, I heard a knock at the door.
“Who is it?” I asked cautiously.
“It’s me.” Blair’s voice came from outside.
I opened the door and looked at him coldly. “What do you want?”
He didn’t answer. He just stood there, looking at me, his eyes full of emotions I couldn’t read.