As the enormous blade descended from the heavens, fierce winds swept around Qingluan, sending the grass and flower petals beneath her feet swirling into the air. From afar, it was strangely beautiful.
But Qingluan merely giggled, instantly retreating more than a hundred zhang. Then, looking at the huge ravine before her and the upturned earth, she knitted her delicate brows.
Furiously, she said, "You will plant every last blade of grass and flower here back in place, or I'll make you follow in the footsteps of your wife and children."
It would have been fine if Qingluan had said nothing, but at the mention of his wife and children, the rage in Ye Tian's eyes flared even higher. Immortal power gathered, and two enormous blades appeared in the sky once more, cutting down toward Qingluan. This time, the blades had condensed almost into substance, gleaming with dazzling cold light. Unconcealed killing intent burst from the blades, shaking countless birds from the surrounding sky. They fluttered helplessly to the ground, struggled a few times, and died.
Looking at the fallen birds, Qingluan's pretty face turned ashen. She brushed a hand across her face, and her appearance changed drastically, becoming Su Rong's. Even her clothing was exactly the same as when Ye Tian had first met Su Rong.
Looking at the figure before him, Ye Tian's breathing began to quicken. He knew it was false, yet the light in Su Rong's eyes still set his heart swaying. He blurted out, "Su Rong."
"What devoted lovers you are. What a pity I am not Su Rong," Qingluan said.
As Qingluan's voice fell into Ye Tian's ears, his pupils instantly filled with undisguised pain. At that moment, his eyes were like deep pools, nearly ready to swallow everything whole.
At last, Qingluan's face changed.