The Bitter-faced Ascetic gazed at the corpse of the Withered Butterfly Grandmother, murmuring as if reciting a Rebirth Spell.
Suddenly, the scholar who paints dragons shouted sharply:
"Bitter-faced Ascetic, stop reciting. This person is the Night Emperor, known for his unparalleled Fast Sword and extraordinary Flying Saber!
"Help me hold off by thirty percent, or we'll both die..."
Underneath Chu Qing's mask, his eyes shifted slightly, and the Cyan Night Sword was unsheathed.
Just as the scholar who paints dragons finished speaking his last word, the sword's edge was already at his throat.
Life or death was a moment's decision, a tremendous force suddenly pulled him away from Chu Qing's sword.
When the scholar who paints dragons regained his senses, he found himself beside the Bitter-faced Ascetic, feeling a tingly sensation on his neck. Upon touching it, he realized his hand was covered in blood.
