The dried embroidered begonia on his white shirt, clinging to the fabric, seemed like a dark flower maiden weeping in the night sky!
His gaze pierced through the sea of people, seeking out his three disciples!
Xiao Ruoching covered her lips, her delicate body trembling slightly.
Mo Li's face was expressionless, but her tender hands tightly clutched the hem of her skirt.
Sword Maiden's eyes were blurred with mist, wiping away the tear stains at their corners.
A quiet voice carried across the sky, seemingly addressing his three disciples, yet also like a murmur to himself:
"I have said this before in the Sword Sect.
"Easy matters, difficult matters, storms, matters of Jianghu, royal matters, worldly matters—in the end, they are all but affairs of the sword.
