"When we first met, I saw his dazzling talent and remembered what you once said: if I could find anyone among our peers beneath the heavens who could withstand three strikes of your sword, you would set me free and stop pestering me. So I wanted to ask him for help!"
Ye Hongmei looked at Xiao Chen, her coldness suddenly melting away, her gaze tender.
These were no empty words.
At first.
Ye Hongmei had indeed wanted to ask Xiao Chen for help.
But.
After thinking it over again and again.
She had ultimately abandoned the idea.
Zhou Buyu's Sword Dao was godlike, his talent bordering on the Near-Immortal Realm. Ever since he emerged into the world, the Heavenly Dao had lavished its favor upon him, his fortune vast as an ocean. Since his sword cultivation had matured, no sword cultivator of his generation had ever withstood even one strike from him.
Over the past few years.
Because of the vow Zhou Buyu had made.
She, too, had sought out many young prodigies of the Sword Dao.
To challenge his sword.
Yet.
Those who had fought for her.
Had all ultimately died.
Slaughtered beneath Zhou Buyu's blade.
If she asked Xiao Chen to fight.
She might bring a heaven-swallowing calamity upon him.
Xiao Chen froze at her words. He had never imagined that Ye Hongmei had once harbored such intentions toward him.
Challenging Zhou Buyu.
How perilous that would be!
If Ye Hongmei had truly asked him.
She would have been placing him in mortal danger!
But in the end, Ye Hongmei had never spoken.
"Then why did you change your mind? Did spending time together kindle feelings, until you couldn't bear to see him die?"
Zhou Buyu barked coldly, lightning surging in his eyes.
Ye Hongmei trembled all over.