Ye Chuxue sensed Bai Yang's ferocity, and a sarcastic smile crept onto her lips. She unleashed her full power once more, holding nothing back.
Today, it was either her death or Bai Yang's!
…
The two furiously attacked one another, their combat prowess astonishing.
Song Wanning's clone hid in the shadows, watching the spectacle with her arms crossed.
The Golden Small Sword in her Sea of Consciousness kept spouting one-liners, critiquing their tactics. It amused Song Wanning so much that her lips curled into a smile. The more she listened, the more interesting it became.
She watched the two, who had once loved and known each other so well, now fighting to the death. She could only find the situation ironic.
'The human heart is a complex thing. So many people want to have their cake and eat it too, trying to possess everything.'
'Ye Chuxue is a prime example. She wants every man to adore her, but she's unwilling to reciprocate or even reject them.'
