"I've told you countless times: this move of yours is meaningless. No matter how many times you call out, it's useless. Too weak to know your own weakness, yet deluding yourself into challenging the strong—that is your greatest arrogance." Black Fiend frowned slightly, growing somewhat impatient.
But Tao Xuehai had almost lost consciousness. Even so, he struggled to prop himself up, gripping the broken sword as his unfocused pupils stared fixedly at Black Fiend.
He struggled, wanting to call out again and receive his companion's response. But his body was too weak; he no longer had even the strength to stir the raging wind.
His throat felt as though a knife had stabbed into it and gotten stuck there—agonizing pain, blockage, and he was nearly unable to breathe.
"Fool!" Black Fiend loosened his fist and slowly walked over. Since Tao Xuehai could not be recruited, then he would be sent into eternal sleep.
But in the next instant, his steps halted. His expression changed slightly as he looked behind Tao Xuehai.
At some unknown point, a black-clad figure wearing four masks had appeared there.
The black-clad figure stood silently behind Tao Xuehai, bent his knees, and grasped the broken sword in Tao Xuehai's hand along with the hand holding it.
"Mas... ter..." Tao Xuehai sensed something and dazedly tried to raise his head, but his overwhelming weakness left him unable to complete even such a simple movement.
"I saw it all," Lin Hui said softly. "You did very well. You walked a path even I had never seen, and beheld scenery I had never witnessed."
At first, he had merely raised Tao Xuehai as a tool who could stand at the front and keep up appearances in the future. But later, the boy respected his master and valued the Way,