"Land of Hidden Swords?" Xuanyuan's gaze was deep: "You want to take the sword I've pinned in the earth's veins? You've already known that I killed you, yet you expect me to help you?"
"It was I who pushed you to the brink."
"It was I who killed your friends."
"It was I who pierced your skull with a single sword."
"Even so, you still think I would help you?"
Chen Ji thought for a moment: "You were also forced, weren't you?"
Xuanyuan was slightly stunned.
He came to the edge of Qingshan Cliff, silently watching the clouds roll and unfold outside the cliff, the black clouds in the sky and the white clouds outside the cliff seemed like heaven and earth, yin and yang, the clear air in between, like the primordial chaos just torn open by Pangu.
Xuanyuan suddenly said: "After two lifetimes, you are still the one who understands me the most."
