[Brother Ning, my Qingxin Sword Dao has reached great accomplishment, but only after stepping into this domain did I realize how boundless the path of the sword truly was. Merely comprehending great accomplishment in sword Dao is far from what I desire. I am sorry, but I must break my promise to you. I am not worth waiting for. Just as my name says, Wu Qingxin-do not fall for me. Brother Ning, do not give your heart to me anymore. In this life, I only wish to have sword Dao as my companion.]
Yun Che and the others fell silent. With an ending like this, they truly had no idea how to comfort him. They could only leave him to process it himself.
"Sword Dao! Sword Dao! Always sword Dao!"
"What of great accomplishment in sword Dao? What of the ultimate sword Dao?"
As Ning Yi spoke, pure, gentle sword intent burst from his body. It, too, was great accomplishment sword intent.
As it turned out, during his three hundred years of waiting at the Tianshui Sect, he had drawn upon his longing for Wu Qingxin to comprehend great accomplishment sentimental sword intent.
Yet this pure, gentle sentimental sword intent existed for only a few breaths before turning into cold, indifferent sword intent.
"Wu Qingxin-then I will give you my heart no more!"
"Actually, I guessed long ago that you would not keep your promise."
"From beginning to end, there was only the sword in your eyes. I was never there."
"I had planned to force my way out of confinement when you returned to the sect, just to see you one last time."
"Then my wish would be fulfilled, and you would no longer need to spare a thought for me."
"Now it seems even this final wish cannot