Zhao Xun walked over to the Princess, took the [Lively Long Rope] from his coat pocket, and bound her tightly.
"What are you trying to do?" The Prince could not see anything, but he sensed that the Princess had died again. Hearing Zhao Xun's approaching footsteps, he struggled to crawl toward her.
Zhao Xun ignored the Prince and dragged the Princess away.
Unable to walk or see, the Prince could only crawl toward the Princess, guided by his sense of her presence.
But Zhao Xun walked far faster than the Prince could crawl, and the distance between the Prince and the Princess kept growing.
After walking five meters, Zhao Xun suddenly felt the weight in his hand lighten.
He looked back and saw that the Princess had returned to the Prince's side.
All he had left in his hand was an empty rope.
The rope seemed puzzled about how the person it had securely bound had suddenly disappeared, and it fluttered like a ribbon despite the lack of wind.
The Prince was covered in dust, his clothes filthy, but he paid no attention to any of that. He hurriedly lunged forward, feeling around until he could wrap his arms around the Princess.
He held her tightly, as though staking his claim. "The Princess is mine. You can never take her away from me!"
"You two really are inseparable." Rather than getting angry, Zhao Xun chuckled. He strode over to the Prince. "Then there's no reason to keep you alive."
With that, he grabbed the Prince's shoulder with one hand and raised the other toward the distance. The Bone-Cleaving Knife immediately flew out from beneath the piled vines and plunged straight into the Prince's back, piercing his heart.
Panic filled the Prince's face, but even his struggles were utterly futile. The