"I've heard you enjoy seeking justice for others. But the Moyun Sect never gave you your justice, nor did the Righteous path of the Great Yue Country. Even the people you helped haven't appeared here today. They've probably already forgotten your kindness. That is why you are fated to fight alone."
Wuhuan Daoist spoke slowly, his voice clear and gentle. It held none of the saber-rattling tension of the moment, sounding instead like a respected elder teaching the ways of the world.
"And how are you any better? You're just a sacrificial lamb... nothing more."
Chen Xiaorong wasted no more words, gripping her sword and flying toward her target. She didn't cultivate Magic and never used Talismans or other Magical Artifacts. For her, there was only the sword.
Wuhuan Daoist did not reply, not even to refute her. What Chen Xiaorong said was the truth.
SHING, SHING, SHING.
