"A person's character will not change; it is etched into their very bones!"
"I've seen through it all, I've seen through everything!"
The man smiled silently as he watched Su Bei, his eyes resting upon the slowly closing Guiding Sacred Light.
That head of black hair gradually turned snow-white, floating amidst the scarlet qi. Su Bei, terrified, discovered that his own hair was also slowly turning pale.
"Xiao Ruoching is your disciple."
"Mo Li is your disciple."
"Li Zijun is your disciple."
As he spoke, Su Bei laughed heartily. The Qingping Sword trembled anxiously in his hand, a sensation he had never felt from it before.
"Hahaha, Heart Demon, you are wrong! Li Zijun is not my disciple; my third disciple is Sword Maiden!"
"You are not Su Bei! I am Su Bei!"
Finally, Su Bei could see a clear change in the man's eyes. Is it just my imagination? he wondered, yet he thought he could discern a flash of relief in them.
Speaking in a voice laden with meaning, the man said,
