But a tracking rune had been inscribed inside the hilt, instantly rendering this longsword worthless.
Unless one was a fool, no qualified mercenary or warrior would allow their whereabouts to remain under someone else's surveillance at all times. The fact that such a sinister rune existed in Yan Chixing's sword showed just how highly the Fallen God Temple valued him.
The longsword hacked down on Lin Qi's head again and again, sparks flying from its edge. Yan Chixing had used so much force that the shock made his wrist ache sharply, and several chips had already broken from the blade—yet he still roared as he continued slashing at Lin Qi.
Lin Qi stood with his arms folded across his chest, coldly watching Yan Chixing rage like a mad tiger. "Your sister sent me."
Yan Chixing froze. He turned to glance at Vina, who lay in Alsa's arms, gasping violently, then let out a shrill, hoarse scream. "No matter who sent you... you, you are... What did she say? What did she want you here for? Did she send you here just to humiliate Vina?"
Lin Qi snatched the longsword from Yan Chixing's hand, crushed it into a lump of scrap metal, and casually tossed it into the small lake.
Alsa smiled as he stroked Vina's lips, saying gently, "Darling, the moment I saw you, I fell deeply in love with you! Oh, but what makes me angry is this—why are you mixed up with an immature little child?"
Vina gazed obsessively at Alsa's handsome face. What a handsome, distinguished man he was! He was suave, incomparably elegant—he was simply perfect, fulfilling every condition Vina had ever imagined for an ideal husband. Vina sighed dreamily, then shook her head helplessly. "Oh, my dear Xiham, I never wanted to be with him!"