Facing Li Xuanxiao's question.
Nangong Wan clenched her fists, her nails digging deep into her palms.
She suddenly raised her head, the last trace of unwillingness burning in her eyes.
"My... my master, he... in the end..."
In the end, she still asked it. Even though she already had the answer in her heart, she still hoped for that miracle, slim as a thread.
Li Xuanxiao did not evade the question in the slightest.
"Dead." His voice was clear and decisive. "He is dead."
Those words utterly shattered Nangong Wan's final illusion.
The color instantly drained from her face. Her body swayed, and she slowly slid down the cold wall to sit on the ground.
At last, tears burst forth like floodwaters breaching a dam, silently washing two clear tracks across her bloodstained, dust-covered face.
Something exceedingly faint seemed to ripple in the depths of Li Xuanxiao's eyes, but it vanished in an instant.
He said nothing more and turned around.
Yet at the very moment he turned.
"Clang—!!"
A streak of cold light viciously stabbed toward Li Xuanxiao's vital point at the back of his heart!
It was Nangong Wan.
At the brink of collapse, she had actually erupted with one final burst of madness.
Bone-deep hatred and the madness of perishing together burned in Nangong Wan's eyes!
"It was you!! You killed my master!!!"
She shrieked herself hoarse, her voice bleak and piercing.
From Nangong Wan's perspective.
Her master was the Self Corpse.
And this original body before her.
From the day the Self Corpse had been born, his purpose had been to kill it.
But for Li Xuanxiao at this moment...
He merely flicked a finger behind his back with extreme casualness.
"Ding—!"
A crisp, pleasant chime of metal and jade rang out.
That killing sword strike,