Whew.
The Holy Sword carried with it wisps of wind. That was the sound of blood spraying from the neck, as lonely as the wind.
Cha Shiyin, who had witnessed everything from the side, showed no surprise. Over the long years, he had seen too many illogical sudden changes. The unknown truths of history were often more outrageous than fiction, wilder than unofficial histories. Never mind Qin Leyin killing himself—even if Qin Leyin had killed Ming Shuiyun, at most it would have made him sigh and say that young people really knew how to play.
Besides, he could tell that Qin Leyin was not dead at all. There was not the slightest hint of pain on his face, and even his breathing remained steady. The former was because of his Cold-Blooded Physique, while the latter...
"Is this Undeath from the 'Book of the Dead'...? Wait, it's not just Undeath!"
Cha Shiyin noticed that 'Qin Leyin' suddenly looked at him, then at 'Ming Shuiyun.' His expression changed from bewilderment to panic, then from panic to grief, and deep entreaty appeared in his eyes.
Yet 'Ming Shuiyun' suddenly became proud and aloof. She calmly stared at 'Qin Leyin,' her deep pupils filled with an unyielding resolve.
It was as though, in the span of a single sword stroke, 'Ming Shuiyun' had become the Sword Master who stood above all, while 'Qin Leyin' had turned into a submissive scabbard...
And yet, it also seemed...
...as though they had become different people.
"So it was like this... So that's how it is..." Cha Shiyin's body began to tremble. Even when facing Ming Jiejin, he had remained neither sad nor happy, but at this moment he completely lost control of his emotions and behaved disgracefully like an ordinary person. "...So this is truly..."
"Wonderful!"
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