Stepping into this woman's Heart Lake once more, the scene was as familiar as ever, yet Chen Yi's state of mind was no longer what it had been.
In the past, when he and she opposed each other, blades and swords bared, at their most intense he had even felt the impulse to utterly destroy her Sword Dao; one of them had to perish, thus arose the matter of breaking the sword…
Chen Yi looked around at this dried-up Heart Lake; every inch bore mottled marks he had left behind, and the turbulent emotions of that time drifted before his eyes.
He could have her.
Even if she was Sword Armor, ninth under heaven,
by breaking her sword and destroying her dao, he would completely obtain her—he would obtain Zhou Yitang.
Torrential rain slid down from the icy mountains; the dead-ash look on the woman's face fell into his gaze. He had gained her, and with his own hand ruined everything that had been.
