Chapter 2104: I’m Safe and Unharmed Chapter 2104: I’m Safe and Unharmed Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation In the distant sky, an old man flew swiftly, carrying Wilma Nilles.
“Martial Uncle, hurry!
Something’s going to happen to Braydon!” Wilma’s anxious voice made the old man’s expression turn helpless.
“Wilma, this is already my fastest speed.
Don’t worry; there haven’t been any major disturbances yet.
It seems everything should still be fine.” Just as they were speaking, a violent explosion echoed in the distance.
Sensing the terrifying power, Wilma’s face went pale, drained of all color.
“Braydon…” The old man’s face hardened with anger as he sped toward the explosion’s location.
“This old man wants to see who dares act so brazenly in the territory of my Myriad Demon Sect!” When they arrived, the area was in ruins—broken walls and destruction everywhere.
Wilma swayed slightly, her eyes filled with despair as she surveyed the scene.
“Braydon!” she called out in disbelief, her voice trembling.
“Where are you, Braydon?” Her voice echoed in the desolation, but no response came.
“I’m too late,” the old man sighed.
“Girl, the sect will honor his sacrifice.” Wilma ignored him, muttering to herself.
“No, he promised me he’d come back.
Nothing will happen to him.” The old man stood silently behind her, his expression calm but his eyes heavy with sorrow.
He had lived for a thousand years, witnessing countless cycles of life and death.
Even now, though his heart was numb, the weight of loss lingered.
This was the way of the world—no one stayed by your side forever.
Wilma’s eyes reddened, and for a moment, she wished it were her who had died instead.
“Braydon, you liar…
I shouldn’t have trusted you.” Suddenly, a voice broke through the silence.
“I’m not dead yet.” The tired voice made Wilma’s body tremble.
She spun around quickly.
There stood Braydon, bloodied and unsteady, walking toward them.
Wilma ran to him, her voice frantic.
“How are you?” “I’m fine, just injured,” Braydon replied, shaking his head.
Her eyes brimmed with tears as she hugged him tightly, sobbing in his arms.
Braydon stood stiffly, unsure how to respond to her sudden embrace.
“Alright, everything’s fine now,” he said softly.
The old man behind them looked at Braydon in surprise.
“Kid, I really didn’t expect you to survive.
Tell me, how did you manage it?” “I was just lucky.
That guy was already heavily injured by Wilma.
I caught up to him and finished the job, barely escaping the explosion’s range,” Braydon explained.
The old man clicked his tongue in amazement.
“Not bad, not bad.
You’ve got guts, kid—I like that.
If you ever run into trouble in the inner sect, just use my name.
I’ll back you up.
Of course, if you do something wrong, I’ll personally deal with you.” Wilma quickly stepped away from Braydon, glaring at the old man.
“Martial Uncle, it’s not appropriate to make such threatening remarks right now.” Without another word, she took Braydon’s hand and started walking away, ignoring the old man entirely.
The old man huffed indignantly.
“These young girls these days—no manners at all!
Don’t even know how to bid farewell to their elders.” Meanwhile, Wilma had already gone far ahead with Braydon.
“Braydon, how are your injuries?” she asked gently, slipping back into her usual strong demeanor.
Braydon frowned, inspecting his wounds.
“The power of that guy’s attack is no joke.
I was almost killed by the explosion back there.
If I hadn’t fought to the death, I might not have made it out.” Wilma fell silent for a moment.
She walked ahead of him, her expression downcast.
After a while, she finally spoke.
“You can’t take risks like that again.
Do you know how worried I was?” Braydon suddenly stepped in front of her, blocking her path.
“Let me ask you something—why didn’t you crush the jade token?
If I hadn’t sent the night crow to follow you, you’d be dead now.
Do you understand that?” Braydon’s voice was firm, his tone cold.
Her head lowered, Wilma mumbled, “I thought the result would be the same if you came later…
I can’t even beat him, let alone you.” Braydon grabbed her wrist, his grip firm but not harsh.
“This is the last time.
If you ever do this again, I won’t come to save you.” With that, he turned and started walking ahead.
Wilma watched him go, her heart a mix of guilt and happiness.
So, he does care about me this much…
She quickly ran after him.
“I promise, I won’t do it again.
But look at you—your clothes are in tatters.
Don’t you want to change into something else?” “Do you have anything that fits me?” Braydon asked, raising an eyebrow.
Wilma chuckled and pulled a long dress from her storage bag.
“What about this?
You’d look great in it.” Braydon’s face darkened as he continued walking silently.
She burst into laughter, catching up to him and grabbing his hand.
“Alright, don’t be mad.
I have something more suitable.” This time, she pulled out a white robe adorned with black mountains and rivers.
“How about this?
It’s custom-made by the best tailor in the Ninth Peak.
Isn’t it dashing?” Braydon glanced at the robe in her hands and sighed internally.
Big sister, is this really appropriate attire for the Myriad Demon Sect?
Still, he had no choice—his own clothes were ruined.
Reluctantly, he took the robe from her.
“Turn around.”