Duan Li was ready to accept death.
Even when she died by sword slashes, she believed it was peaceful if it came from Little Liu Wei.
The one who helped her achieved her dreams.
The one who made her felt satisfied by her current achievements—not even when she reached the peak of the Foundation Establishment Stage.
She did not even try to defend herself.
Suddenly, as she was closing her eyes, the killing intent and Sword Intent vanished.
It made her heart beat again.
As she was able to catch her breath.
"Duan Li…" Liu Wei's voice echoed in her ears.
"This sword is not bad."
Duan Li slowly opened her eyes and saw her Little Liu Wei standing in front of the table separating them, as he was caressing the unsheathed sword she brought in his grasp.
She fell into a daze.
Liu Wei returned to normal.
His eyes gleamed as he was admiring the piece of art she created and brought with her.
Liu Wei glanced at her and her heart skipped a beat.
