The sword that was initially intended to thrust forward suddenly stopped.
However.
It wasn't the sword that ceased.
Si Haixian, who couldn't even withstand one sword from Wen Ping during their last sparring match, wanted to stop Wen Ping's sword with physical power, which was impossible. It was Wen Ping who voluntarily halted it.
Because Si Haixian disregarded his own safety to prevent Wen Ping from thrusting the sword.
If Wen Ping hadn't stopped the sword just then, preventing the Cyan Lotus from blooming with Sword Intent, Si Haixian would either have lost a hand or taken the sword for Jiao Xie, facing death or injury.
"Are you crazy?"
Wen Ping looked at him speechlessly.
Si Haixian forced a bitter smile, still holding Wen Ping's sword tightly, like a homeless beggar who hasn't eaten in days gripping a drumstick he's dreamt of. Unless killed, he wouldn't let go!
