"I had at most a year left to live... Why were you still in such a hurry..." The girl's soft sobs made my heart ache with pity. My heart twinged faintly. In the Qiankun Dao, who else could appear without a sound? There was only Li Duanyue.
"Li Duanyue."
Li Poxiao had always called Li Duanyue by her full name. I didn't know why, but hearing it made me feel indignant on Li Duanyue's behalf. Since she was a sword slave, did that mean she had to face Li Poxiao with the lowly status of a sword slave?
"I know you like each other, but... why can't you wait until I'm dead before you two show affection... I know I'm only a sword slave and will eventually become a treasure, but I'm still so sad... so sorrowful..." Li Duanyue didn't often speak, so the monotony in her words made even my heart ache unbearably, yet the sincerity of her emotions couldn't be ignored. I wanted to drag her away at once and cut ties with this scumbag of the Qiankun Dao, even if he still possessed a trace of Zhang Yidan's soul.
"Li Duanyue, I won't let you die, nor will I let you sacrifice yourself like this." Li Poxiao spoke briefly, his words clean and decisive, without the slightest trace of hesitation.
Only then did I finally understand that his relationship with Li Duanyue was limited to the affection between fellow disciples.
"Yuan Yi won't let you die. I know about the relationship between you two. I'll exhaust my abilities to find a way to break the curse. Whether for your sake, or for Yuan Yi's and mine." Zhou Xuan spoke calmly. Low earth trash.
"Heh heh. Humans and ghosts follow different paths, so why do you keep clinging