Inside the Sword Prison, Fu Qian and "Ji Liushuang" stared at each other. No one knew how long they had been sitting there.
"It" clearly hadn't expected Fu Qian to be so brazen as to demand they settle things here, once and for all.
But in truth, Fu Qian had already been planning this ever since "it" had unleashed the Heart-Questioning Sword.
What Fu Qian had been searching for all along was a way to truly destroy the Legacy of the Sword Heart.
Unfortunately, he had already proven that physical destruction was useless. "It" could even hide and relocate at will, appearing and disappearing like a ghost.
So once he realized "it" was eager to eliminate him as a source of contamination, Fu Qian's strategy had been to lure "it" into making a move.
Now that the thing had finally appeared in person as a spirit, how could he let this opportunity slip by?
"We're pure spirits now. We can't attack each other in here."
After staring fixedly at Fu Qian for a long while, "it" finally spoke.
"Are you planning to sit here until we die?"
"Why not?"
Fu Qian looked far more relaxed.
"Fine!"
Ji Liushuang laughed loudly.
"Even as spirits, we'll eventually dissipate with time, but it'll take far longer than you can imagine!"
"Time here flows completely differently from the outside. Don't expect anyone to find us!"
"...You're really planning to sit here with me for a hundred years?"
"A hundred years is a bit much."
Fu Qian blinked.
"So please keep looking like this. At least it's easy on the eyes."
Heh!
Ji Liushuang let out a string of cold laughs.
Time passed especially slowly in the utterly empty space.
As a seasoned shut-in, Fu Qian was usually good at killing time, but unfortunately,