He suddenly had a strong impulse, wanting to once again shatter her sword.
Because he felt this woman must be mad, and he was becoming neurotic as well.
Zhou Yitang still stood alone in that place, returning a gaze of concentration. Neither knew what it meant to retreat; her eyes were cold and shining, piercing everything like a sword. She calmly said, "Do you wish to ask about the sword?"
Chen Yi snapped back to reality, sneering as he spoke, "Your mind is consumed with nothing but the sword, Sword Dao, Living Sword; you have no room for anything else. I saw this clearly from the day I ascended the mountain. Breaking your sword was indeed the right choice because once your sword was gone, you were left with only me. No matter how absurd, reckless, and disrespectful I might be, you still only have me."
