Now all that remained was an empty sleeve hanging limply.
Zhang Junxue looked at the man before her, opening her mouth, wanting badly to say something. That she had not actually known her sister would tell so much, for instance, or that her sister had absolutely never intended to harm him.
But faced with these consequences, explanations seemed only like lies and excuses, while an apology would have a weightlessness that only fanned the flames of anger.
After all, when everything was said and done, she really had chosen her sister and kept the truth from this elder brother and dear friend before her.
Already poor with words, she was even more at a loss now. The sight of Gu Guang silently wiping his saber across from her made her heart clench all the tighter.
Those things had happened last winter.
They were enemies now, and victory and defeat had to be decided. What more was there to say?
As though unable to breathe, the woman struggled to open her mouth and exhaled a turbid breath. Then she silently tightened her grip on her saber.
Of course she had to win. Of course she had all the more reason to win.
Amid the oppression and silence, the cauldron chime rang, its clear note startling white herons into flight.
In the very first instant, Gu Guang swept forward, his lapels cleaving the wind, the saber light he drew straight and heavy.
There were no twists or feints. Zhang Junxue immediately raised her saber before her, and the next instant, a solid clang! rang through the blue sky.
This Martial Field had already witnessed the brilliance of Fifth Growth-Zhang Mozhu, Li Piaoqing, Zhang Huan. Exquisite or effortless, the unfolding and breaking of their moves had always compelled people to clap and cheer.