"Today, you have won."
The failure of the Wrathful Killing Arhat to honor his commitment led to the Chiling Saintess's final arrangements falling through.
Staring indifferently at Li Jiufang on the city tower, whose expression was solemn, the figure of the Chiling Saintess slowly ascended, an endless brilliance beneath her feet condensing into a path of light shaped like flower petals.
"However, Li Jiufang, though I have lost today, I am not convinced.
"I did not lose to you.
"If it weren't for the interference of that Sword Cultivator.
"Today's victory or defeat, you know in your heart.
"The grievances between us are not yet settled.
"One day, I will certainly wash away the disgrace of today."
The figure of the Chiling Saintess gradually faded along the petal path of light, her voice echoing, empty.
"We won?"
Looking at each other, a group of Lv Shuai cautiously began to smile.
"We won!"
"We won!"
"We won!"
"We won!"
