As the words fell, Lin Qiubai's figure dissipated, merging into the wind.
"Sword Master!"
After jointly executing that sword with Lin Qiubai, Wan Haihao, whose body was already on the verge of collapse, saw this scene and felt a clogging air stuck in his chest.
He only managed to utter two words before fainting on the spot.
He didn't even have time to bid farewell to Lin Qiubai.
Not far away, Su Qiangwei, who had been under immense tension, suddenly felt her nerves relax. "What do you mean by 'the promise isn't fulfilled'? You've already done so well. If taking us back safely is the only way to finish it, wouldn't that make us seem useless? Sword Master... don't learn from Ma Ran..."
Before finishing her words, the frail girl naturally closed her eyes, falling into the deepest of slumbers.
Zhu Hanyi trembled all over and used all his strength to stand up.
Every muscle fiber screamed and protested, urging him to close his eyes and rest immediately.
