"I see." Ah Qing nodded.
She thought that the so-called gentleman avoiding killing meant out of sight, out of mind...
People can die, but don't die in front of me.
——
Just as she and Shi Qingjun have always done.
Shi Qingjun sits high above the Frosty Heaven, gazing down at the mortal world.
She remains beneath the Abyss Sea, looking up at the heavens.
——
Yet where their gazes meet, it isn't the minor conflicts of the Chaoyun Sect and the Holy Sect, but rather the Dao Rhyme, the path to the heavens.
For those playing the game, does it matter if a piece is captured by the opponent, who cares about the thoughts of the pieces?
Sometimes the key to victory lies in sacrificing pieces.
So no matter how things turn out, no matter which side is annihilated, it holds little meaning to them——
Oh.
Speaking wrongly.
The Chaoyun Sect still holds meaning for Shi Qingjun, after all, she founded the Chaoyun Sect and established many rules back then.
