Guilty Conscience

No one liked having their fate out of their own hands, their life and death decided by others.

Even sword spirits were no exception.

The White-Haired Blood-Skirt Woman's question carried a trace of barely concealed anger.

Though she was a sword spirit, she was also a living being, possessing intelligence and emotions.

Unfortunately, the person she was questioning was Su Yi. In his past life, he had seen no shortage of cases where sword spirits devoured their masters.

Even among his own swords, there were sword spirits.

On this matter, Su Yi knew perfectly well that if one were to debate it, there could never be a single definitive answer.

For sword spirits, like people, came in all shapes and kinds.

Some sword spirits were willing to brave fire and water for their masters, fearless even in the face of death.

Others strove to break free of their masters' restraints, seeking the possibility of existing independently in this world.

Some sword spirits, like Qing Luo, had possessed the potential to devour their masters from the very beginning.

Others were like the White-Haired Blood-Skirt Woman before him. She could serve her master and remain utterly loyal, yet she would not throw away her own life for nothing.

At its root, this was not a question of whether a sword spirit's life should be beyond its own control.

It was a question of whether the White-Haired Blood-Skirt Woman had been wrong in what happened back then!

Had the White-Haired Blood-Skirt Woman been wrong?

No.

But she was by no means innocent!

"I only want to ask you this: when Qing Luo asked you to join forces with him against Bai Changhen, did you ever tell Bai Changhen?"

Su Yi spoke calmly.

Under his gaze, the White-Haired Blood-Skirt Woman's features shifted uncertainly. Gradually,