The Change of Yuan (End)

The Ink Sword left its sheath, nearly freezing over half the hall.

Just as it had when the two first met, her Ink Sword still halted an inch from Tianyan's brow, unable to advance any further.

But this time, Tianyan did not even need to act personally. She simply sat where she was, studying Ran Qingmo with those deep golden eyes devoid of any emotional ripple.

Because Luo Wei and Liu Wenzhou had appeared at the ink-clad girl's side almost simultaneously.

Luo Wei seized her descending wrist.

Liu Wenzhou caught the Ink Sword's tip barehanded. Crimson blood instantly ran down the sword's blood groove, dripping onto the pale blue frost.

Luo Wei cast a glance at her disciple, who had suddenly erupted, and her stern voice echoed through the hall:

"Put away your sword. Apologize."

"..."

Ran Qingmo's pitch-black pupils contracted and trembled without pause. She stared fixedly at the golden-eyed girl before her, the suffocating turmoil leaving her utterly unable to breathe.

"Put away your sword. Apologize!"

The stern command ringing out once more jolted Ran Qingmo awake.

She looked at her master's wife and the Second Elder beside her, unable to accept this outcome. Her pale lips parted as if she wished to say something, but her master's wife's voice came again, this time through voice transmission, steeped in exhaustion:

"Qingmo... Don't make your master's wife repeat herself a third time. I'm begging you."

Ran Qingmo's heart instantly turned sour. Pressing her lips together, she silently sheathed the Ink Sword, lowered her head, and said softly:

"Holy Maiden... I'm sorry."

Tianyan's reaction was as calm as a still lake, without the slightest ripple:

"It is nothing. Knowing of this matter so suddenly, given your temperament, it does not surprise me that you wished to kill me."

"..."

Ran