The Defensive cover appeared again, the sword was repelled once more, Jiang Yichun's movements slowed down, he used his sword to support his body, his eyes dark and unfocused.
Finally, he collapsed onto the ground.
Bai Ruozhu breathed a sigh of relief, "I didn't expect to have to poison him."
"What's wrong with him? Why can't he even recognize you?" Fo Lanying asked, puzzled.
The Astrologer frowned, approached, and said, "Did any of you notice that the way he swung his sword was very strange, almost like a Samurai Sword?"
Bai Ruozhu's eyes widened, yes, people from Zhongyuan don't use swords like that, only Fusang samurai use the Samurai Sword like that with both hands.
"Could it be he's not Achun?" She flipped him over and checked the wound on his shoulder, indeed, it was his old wound.
"And his ability and method to control water shouldn't be easy to impersonate, right?" Bai Ruozhu said.
