"Thank you, Han Yan." Zhao Lingxian's face finally showed a relieved smile, so relaxed, so peaceful.
Life quickly faded away, Zhao Lingxian finally fell, even the last trace of residual soul completely dissipated. This was not Han Yan wanting to wipe out all traces, but her own doing; at the moment life reached its end, the Puppet Technique imposed on her was completely broken, she used the last trace of Qi to destroy her final strand of residual soul.
Even as a ghost, she was unwilling to bear such pain again, not wanting to leave any imprint of memories behind.
The mountain breeze gently brushed through, bringing a chilling sense of cold. Despite knowing long ago the indelible hatred between Han Yan and Zhao Lingxian, and knowing the only resolution to their enmity could come with one's death, witnessing Zhao Lingxian's death and her own final act of severing her life with a smile of liberation, Huayue and the others could only sigh silently, speechless.
