The smile in Killer of Myself's eyes froze. "Hand it over to you for safekeeping?"
Su Yi nodded.
Killer of Myself frowned. "Everything I said was true. Why would I deceive you?"
Su Yi kept his hand extended, like a debt collector. "If you trust me, do as I say. Only then can I trust you."
A trace of disappointment appeared between Killer of Myself's brows. "Compared to the Swordsman of old, your breadth of vision seems to fall far short!"
Su Yi said calmly, "If it were my past life, given what you did today, you would already be dead."
A gloomy expression surfaced on Killer of Myself's pretty face.
Su Yi merely watched Killer of Myself in silence and said no more.
The atmosphere within Zhuang Zhou Purgatory quietly became incomparably oppressive as well.
After a long while, Killer of Myself said, "You are not the Swordsman of old. How am I supposed to trust you?"
Su Yi said, "Then shall I take it myself?"
Killer of Myself's gaze turned razor-sharp as she stared fixedly at Su Yi, seemingly trying to peer through his thoughts.
After a moment, Killer of Myself said, "If you were me, would you agree?"
Su Yi said, "No."
Killer of Myself said irritably, "Then why make such an excessive demand?"
Su Yi said, "Back then, before Yangxin Thatched Cottage, you would rather fight to the death with everything you had than stop. Why is it that here and now, having clearly already slain your False Self, you are unwilling to fight me again?"
Killer of Myself was stunned.
The next moment, Su Yi suddenly attacked.
He took one step forward, his sleeves flying. His already extended right hand thrust out like a Dao sword.
Killer of Myself vanished into thin air.
The boundless