But the blood kept dripping. He had no choice but to slow his steps, dropping down from the tree and pulling himself up by grabbing onto each trunk.
Chen Yi climbed higher bit by bit. Only by standing higher could he discern what was truly the glints of blades and swords, and what was merely branches obstructing his view.
His vision grew blurrier. Leaves mingled with leaves, trees blended with trees, indistinct and unclear. Chen Yi staggered forward, his eyes a misty haze.
In the distance, fireworks exploded into the night sky, their already blurry outlines now even harder to make out.
Blurred, too blurred...
So blurred that...
He couldn't recognize it was a sword!
Shhh!
A chilling gleam swept toward him. Chen Yi's pupils contracted suddenly as the blade collided with his body, producing the sharp clash of steel against bone, before plunging into his abdomen. Only then did he realize what had happened.
