The setting sun descends in the west, its light casting the pattern of maple leaves like the veins of the human body.
As Ye Xingchen spoke, he gently pinched a maple leaf, then added, "But initially, I intended to destroy this world!"
He extended his hand, clenched it into a fist, sighed softly, and slowly released his hand.
The maple leaf turned to dust, gently falling from his hand.
Zhang Jixian was astonished. He practiced both Taoism and martial arts, and his skills were indeed not weak. Yet witnessing the exquisite martial arts displayed by Ye Xingchen, he realized the shallowness of his own martial achievements.
Ye Xingchen gazed at the dust on the ground, sighed softly, "Do you want to hear the truth of the past?"
Shen Yue noticed a slight fluctuation in Ye Xingchen's tone.
Just a trace.
Ye Xingchen calmed his emotions faster than Shen Yue expected, which is something most practitioners find hard to achieve.
This led Shen Yue to hold Ye Xingchen in even higher regard.
