Loyal, Brave & True

Chapter 27

[A/N] - Two new chapters for my lovely readers! Thank you all so much for not only your votes but also your comments. They make my day to read then every morning and push me to continue the story.

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The statue finally broke free, causing Jia to take a few steps back to catch her breath. She stood protectively between the Fairy and the young Jin heir. The music continued and time seemed to slow down.

The giant Fairy statue was bringing the right arm down, ready to crush the two teenagers until something shoot out from the trees. With a strong kick, it destroyed the stone arm into dozens of pieces and then landed in front of the duo.

Their reactions could not be any different as their saviour was a puppet, with pitch black eyes and pale skin. However, that face was well into their minds through years of history. Only one puppet could ever have that face and bear such power.

For Jia, it made even more sense because only one person was ever capable of summoning him into battle with the sound of his flute.

Wen Ning? Wen Ning should be dead, Wuxian thought as he stopped playing, looking with wide eyes as the familiar person and friend of his stood very much alive, huge chains wrapped around his arms and body like the day he was captured.

"Why him?" he whispered outloud, equally shocked.

"It's the ghost General! The Ghost General Wen Ning!" One of the other disciples, dressed fully in grey shouted, while he and the others slowly backed away; swords raised.

Jia stared with wide eyes, now fully confirmed and certain who that person was. Her dark brown eyes kept staying on the man she had only heard tales, different ones from those gossip and myths that existed across the lands.

Her mother knew Wen Ning, and his sister. She had told her of what a kind heart he was and sh could still remember how devastated she was whenever she remembered his death. Yet, here he was. Standing as if he had never been destroyed.

It did complicate things a lot, not only because it rose questions as to how he was alive. But also, because now it was clear as day who the madman behind the mask was. Or would soon be, since it was his music that summoned the legendary man.

The Fairy went to attack again and Wuxian snapped out from his trance. He stared to play again, his music guiding Wen Ning into action. With two small daggers in his hands, he jumped towards the statue and started to spin. He passed right through it, officially destroying it into dozens of rock pieces scattered across the area.

Wuxian stopped again, suspecting that something was wrong. The Fairy could not be destroyed so easily, let alone the pieces magically disappear. No, someone had tricked him into this trap to summon Wen Ning. As he was busy thinking, the disciples started to approach slowly.

"What are you waiting for?! The Yilling patriarch is not here. Get him!" the same disciple from before shouted, trying to encourage the others to attack.

"No! Do not dare to take another step!" Jia said, suddenly turning and taking an offensive stance.

Through a small glow of blue, her sword had appeared in her hand. One hand held the sheath, the other the handle of the blade.