She saw Quan Shaoqing with a sword sticking out of his chest, saw the blood gradually soaking through his black suit.
He used the sword to support his body, struggling to stand up.
But instead of getting up, he fell to the ground.
Even though he fell, his hand propped on the sword, kneeling on both knees, that straight back stood as firm as steel, unyielding.
"You've lost! Hahaha..." Nascent Soul lifted the sword in his hand, pressing it against Quan Shaoqing's throat, his tone cold as he said, "Six years ago, I was in the same position you are now. I too was seriously injured, with a sword pressed against my throat. Today, all the humiliation I suffered, I will take back."
Quan Shaoqing clutched at the wound that wouldn't stop bleeding, as blood slowly oozed from the corner of his mouth.
He lifted his head, looking beyond Nascent Soul to Gu Xiaoxi not far away, the pain in his body was nothing compared to the agony in his heart.
