The night is like water.
Ye Xuan cleaned the bloodstains off his body, treated and bandaged his wounds briefly, then went to the rooftop balcony, lying on the recliner, smoking, gazing at the sky, his emotions somewhat complicated.
Today's slaughter, too heavy.
Dozens of people from the three sects, it's understandable, except for the Sword God who died under his sword, which left Ye Xuan somewhat disturbed.
"Consider the Sword God, he was a hero of his generation."
Ye Xuan sighed deeply, many times, life is just this vexing.
If you don't kill him, he will kill you.
There's no reason, only stance.
Though his heart admired and respected, Ye Xuan had no choice.
Suddenly.
A familiar fragrance wafts over.
Ye Xuan's sword-like brows rose slightly, turning his head to see an incredibly beautiful figure.
It seems she just took a bath, her jet-black hair slightly damp, draped over her exquisite shoulders like a blooming lotus, strikingly beautiful.
