Xiao Jian stood there, his life force draining away.
The four Heavenly Emperors took in this scene in its entirety.
They did not attack again.
It was not out of fear, but because there was no need to take any more risks.
By their estimation, Xiao Jian would completely perish from the total depletion of his life force before long.
Therefore, all they needed to do was keep him firmly pinned here and quietly watch him die.
"Was it worth it?"
Suddenly, Emperor E asked.
Xiao Jian glanced at the four Heavenly Emperors and said, "A gentleman would rather die than surrender his principles; a sword cultivator would rather break than bend. This is not something that can be judged by whether it was worth it."
His voice was strained and hoarse.
He said nothing more, merely lowering his head to look at the Yellowed Book stained with blood in his hand. A figure surfaced in his mind.
It was a woman, gentle and approachable, with tenderness filling the corners of her eyes and brows.
"Elder Sister, I'm afraid I won't see you again in this life. But once Su Yi inherits everything I have, he... should remember you as I do, shouldn't he?"
Xiao Jian murmured inwardly.
Ever since he was young, he had only wanted to study and become a Teacher when he grew up.
But fate was unpredictable.
In the end, he had still embarked on the path of the sword cultivator.
And it was his elder sister who had made him cast aside the brush in his hand and take up the sword in his palm.
"It doesn't matter anymore. I should have vanished from this world long ago. The reason I survived back then wasn't to seek the Dao, but only because I hoped that