"Long time no see."
The Sword Demon stared coldly at Feng Wuheng, expressionless and with dark eyes, and spoke.
"Hmm, after she died, you completely left. Counting it, it's been several hundred years."
Feng Wuheng nodded, smiling bitterly, "You must have already visited her, right?"
The Sword Demon remained silent.
At this moment, Feng Wuheng spoke again, "Every year, I visit 'Sword City' to see her gravestone, and there's always a withered chrysanthemum in front of it each year. Is that flower placed there by you?"
The Sword Demon still remained silent.
Of course, the Sword Demon's silence at this time was a tacit acknowledgment that what Feng Wuheng said was indeed true.
He, the Sword Demon, annually visits Mo Tingyu as Luo Qianyu. Even though Mo Tingyu has been dead for many years, what does it matter?
Some people, although dead, still live in certain people's hearts. And some people, although alive, are already dead in the eyes of the world.
