The icy sword edge sliced through the phantom's center.
Even though this so-called god of music had no physical form, as long as it was a spiritual existence, it could not evade Jian San's sword intent.
Thus, in the blink of an eye, it was sliced in half and shattered into extinction.
Jian San, having completed all this, did not even blink as he walked straight toward Xue An.
Li Lang originally intended to approach and chat, but seeing Jian San walking by expressionlessly, he was seized by the latter's aura and dared not move.
At this moment, Jian San arrived before Xue An and looked at the figure wrapped in layers of radiance. Her eyes flashed slightly, pondering something.
Calculating from the last time they met, it had been quite a while.
Yet, despite the time that had passed, the image of Xue An in Jian San's mind not only remained undiminished but instead grew clearer.
The farewell embrace and the words, "Sleep well," felt as if they were from yesterday.
