When the one-armed woman heard his words, she jerked her head up, her eyes clouded and unreadable. In the underground palace, she had broken the Ruoque Sword herself for her unwavering obsession. In one's lifetime, there are moments of cutting off all retreats, even if the price is heavy, and almost no chance of recovery. Yet she never regretted it.
However, cutting off is just cutting off, not obliteration; obsession never obliterates.
Her eyes slightly narrowed as she retorted, "Aren't you afraid that I'll cut your Three Corpses?"
"Afraid, of course I'm afraid. But could it be that..." Chen Yi responded with a gaze, asking back, "Did you not leave the Ruoque Sword behind?"
Zhou Yitang remained silent in response.
They were always alike; just a change in perspective could guess many motives of each other's actions. Chen Yi realized her tacit approval, then recalling her various actions in recent days, he was somewhat surprised, "Are you... reforging the Ruoque Sword?"
