She raised her thunder sword, pointing it straight at him.
"I will make sure those tragedies never occur. So please… don't get in my way."
Li Feng stared at the sword pointed directly at him.
For a moment, he said nothing.
Then he let out a soft, almost disappointed sigh.
"…Sigh. You really are serious about this, huh..."
He rubbed his temple lightly, as if dealing with something particularly troublesome.
"Talking about the future like it's already decided... acting like a savior while pointing a blade at someone who hasn't done anything...."
He lowered his hand, and his gaze turned steady.
"Do you even hear yourself?"
Wei Zhenxin's grip tightened on her sword. "This isn't a debate."
"Of course it isn't." Li Feng replied calmly. "Because you've already made up your mind."
Then a faint smile tugged at his lips again.
"And I have made up my mind too, but let me ask you one last thing."
He took another step forward, completely ignoring the dangerous feeling of her sword.
