Situ Yi flicked his sleeve, extending a finger to point at the forehead of the black-robed painter: "It was you, Yan Qi, who forced me! If only given a hundred more years, I wouldn't be so desperate. It's you, Yan Qi, seeking peace of mind, who instead sacrificed thousands of lives!"
"Bullshit!" Yan Qi cursed vehemently, "You've embraced crooked ways only to accuse the righteous path, knowing no shame, like you, is most contemptible!"
Situ Yi neither felt ashamed nor angry, instead burst into wild laughter. He knew his words were useless against Sky Extreme, but he delighted in being the best at poking wounds of others. Through his laughter, thin gray-white threads descended onto the roof and alleyway, and the Imperial Capital's scenery ten years prior closed in on Yan Qi, as the illusion realm drifted carrying the gray fog of Spirit Prison Realm. Faint echoes of past laughter and disputes surfaced from all directions, tearing at the body of the black-robed painter.
