The sword edge was almost in front of his eyes, nearly ready to strike.
"It's not that I don't want to," Tongxuan shook his head and said, "The more you betray your master and ancestors, the deeper I will take root."
Upon hearing this, Chen Yi sneered, "You don't want to? You are the Heart Demon, of course you don't want to."
Tongxuan looked at him with a strange expression, then burst into laughter and retorted, "Is being this woman's Heart Demon really that fun?"
Such a sudden question made Chen Yi pause; he looked Tongxuan up and down incredulously. Tongxuan met his gaze without dodging or retreating.
Outside, vine tendrils tightly entwined, the dead branches and leaves shattered by the wind; tall fir trees stood merely as empty shapes, their insides withered and shriveled hard. In Chen Yi's eyes, this scene was as barren as it could be,
smoke dissipated, clouds vanished, and the mountains lay eternally silent.
