Soon after, a dark shadow came over and caught Wei Zi forcefully.
At the same time, several other black shadows split open the knife that the secret guard was slashing at Wei Zi.
Before the secret guard could be surprised, he was killed by the black armored guard without hesitation.
Lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the surrounding area as bright as day. Wei Zi could clearly see the person who saved her - his face was hidden in the helmet, but he had a pair of brand-new eyes, as clean as a newborn baby.
The rain washed over her face and fell into her eyes, causing pain. Wei Zi looked at those spotless eyes, her whole heart seemed to be immersed in floods, and she was so stuffy that she could hardly breathe.
When the people of the Mu An tribe were swallowed by the energy of chaos, their eyes had not grown yet - the only exception was the leader of the Mu An tribe, "Maku An".
"Can the eyes grow faster by using these herbs?" Mu An asked Tianyu.
"Well, it is effective. But the medicine not only makes the eyes grow faster, but also the muscles and bones, so it will be very painful to sleep at night." Tianyu told the truth.
"It doesn't matter. I am the leader of the Makuya clan. I am responsible for protecting my clan members. I have to grow my eyes as soon as possible."
...
"The curtain is dark..." Wei Zi murmured.
"Kill her! Kill her! Kill her!" Liwan's frantic voice came through the heavy rain curtain.
When Wei Zi saw those clean eyes, a layer of black mist instantly filled them, and her eyes became cloudy.
Makoto raised his sword.
Wei Zi knew she couldn't hide, so she smiled miserably, and the memory of the last time they saw each other came back to her mind.
"Mu Di, I want to accept A Zhi as my disciple and teach him the art of shamanism." Tian Yu drained the wine in the bowl.
"Haha, if you spill the water, you must not go back on your word. It is that boy's blessing to be favored by the high priest!" Mu An also drank it all in one gulp.
"Otherwise, let Ah Zhi stay this time. After all, he is only four years old."
"No need. We Makuan tribesmen are born warriors, and my son is no exception. At the age of four, he can hold a bow and arrow and is ready to go to the battlefield."
"I'm waiting for your triumphant return."
“It’s a deal!”
"It's a deal."
...
The vows made were gone with the wind, Tianyu never saw Mu An again, and his son Ah Zhi was not confiscated as his disciple.
The four-year-old child followed his father and never returned.
In fact, they didn't even say goodbye to each other.
Goodbye. This time, Wei Zi looked into Mu An's eyes and said seriously.
The wind of the knife swept across his face, causing bone-piercing pain.
But the pain passed away in a flash.
The knife left Mu Yami's hand and turned into a white light and flew out.
