Tao Mingxuan took a deep look at the cliff and sighed, "Let's go."
Jing Ci glanced at Tang Peizhong, and just as Tang Peizhong also looked over, Jing Ci gave him a smile and was about to leave.
Tang Zan had already drawn his sword and stood up; the tear marks on his face had long been dried by the wind, his eyes red and devilish.
He was clearly smiling, but it felt like he was crying.
"Jing Ci, if it weren't for you kidnapping Shu'er, if it weren't for you, she wouldn't have fallen."
Jing Ci looked innocent: "She ran over here by herself, what does it have to do with me."
Tang Zan said coldly: "She's dead, so don't think you can live."
Tang Zan charged at Jing Ci with his sword, his assault so fierce and unstoppable that Jing Ci had to halt and counter his techniques.
Tang Zan's techniques were vicious and relentless; at first, Jing Ci could dodge, but later, he couldn't.
