Wei Junlan had a bellyful of things he wanted to say. He refused to be like last time, when he could only watch helplessly as Xuanzhu was taken away for his sake, unable to do a thing. This time, no matter what, he decided he would confess his feelings first, so he could die without regrets.
Xuanzhu froze for a moment. "You-"
A gleam flashed through Qian Wanyu's eyes, and the Spirit Sword formed from spiritual power in her hand suddenly plunged backward into her own chest.
Her sudden action stunned everyone present.
Qing Mo thought she had been controlled into hurting herself. "Qian Wanyu, what are you doing!"
Qian Wanyu gave a muffled groan, then wrenched her hand and severed one of her ribs. Finally, the Spirit Sword formed from spiritual power sank into her chest and vanished. Clutching her chest, she said, "Cough... I really don't want to listen to your nonsense."
Wei Junlan: "!!!"
Xuanzhu immediately pushed aside the person in front of her and approached Qian Wanyu, carefully studying her expression. She was still as cold and aloof as before, but she had a little more life in her than that mechanical look from earlier. "Qian Wanyu, have you come to your senses?"
Qian Wanyu scoffed. "Xuanzhu, when did you become as fussy as Wei Junlan?"
Wei Junlan, caught in the crossfire for no reason: "..." He couldn't shake the feeling that someone had ruined his heartfelt confession.
Seeing her like this, Xuanzhu knew she had regained her senses. "You want to use pain to break free of the Thousand-Thread Silk's control, but that method won't work."
An utterly arrogant sneer curled Qian Wanyu's lips, as though she were mocking whoever wanted to control her this way. "It's the best method available right now. Was everything