Why? Why did they have to kill them? Why?
Sister Purple Cloud was dead. The little elder was dead. Sister Zi Xin was dead too.
Everyone I knew was dead. Why? What had they done wrong? What wrong had they done for you to kill them?
"Enough. Stop playing around. It's time to leave."
At that moment, a majestic voice rang out from the sky. The young man merely folded his arms and shrugged indifferently.
"Foolish boy, I'm done playing with you. We're leaving."
As he spoke, the young man slowly extended a palm toward Wang Xiao'er.
"Why? What had they done wrong? Why did you kill them?"
Wang Xiao'er ignored him, staring at Purple Cloud in his arms as he spoke word by word.
"What a foolish boy."
The young man smiled faintly, then flicked a finger. A streak of sword light tore through the void and arrived before Wang Xiao'er's brow in an instant.
Yet three inches from Wang Xiao'er's brow, the sword light could go no farther, hanging there perfectly still.
"Hmm?"
The sight left the young man slightly astonished. That strike of his was enough to slay an ordinary prodigy, yet it could do nothing to Wang Xiao'er?
What he failed to notice was that Wang Xiao'er's head of black hair had turned completely white at that very moment.
His black hair became white in an instant.
Endless Sword Qi swirled through the space around him.
"What had they done wrong? What had they done wrong?"
"Was it merely because they were too weak? Too weak to even have the right to survive?"
Wang Xiao'er murmured. He slowly laid Purple Cloud down on the ground, then slowly rose to his feet. The moment he stood, the sword light three inches before his brow shattered with a