The Longsword floated before her.
She naturally understood what Xiao Ruoching meant.
"Did a mere few months of kindness melt away the so-called deep-seated hatred in your heart?"
"Then your supposed hatred is truly pathetic."
"Heh."
"Unforgettable, etched in your bones?"
Xiao Ruoching did not grow angry at Mo Li's sarcastic barbs. No irritation showed in her eyes as she calmly said, "Junior Sister, I truly don't know what you've been through."
"But all of that has ended. He hasn't cultivated Devouring Heaven, so in my heart, Senior Sister, all of this is but a dream."
"..."
A flicker of emotion finally crossed Mo Li's frigid face. She took a step forward, the Longsword arcing down from the sky.
Her eyes, filled with a maelstrom of complex emotions, were ice-cold as she spoke, "Senior Sister, is this your answer to me today?"
CLANG—
The two Longswords crashed together violently.
