The two Memory Stones suspended in mid-air shimmered faintly, recording everything below.
Everything was quiet,
so quiet that the sound of footsteps echoing from the depths of the Sword Pavilion could be heard clearly.
Within the swirling dust, a black figure slowly became clearer, but just before stepping forward, it suddenly paused. Even through the haze, the blurry silhouette of the sword emitted a cold gleam.
"No need to hold back anymore, right, brother?"
The voice carried with the sound of pattering rain, calm and cold, without a hint of anger from having been sucker-punched.
Looking at the shadow hidden within the swirling dust, Xu Yuan raised his pinky finger to clean his ear and chuckled lightly, saying:
"I don't remember you ever talking nonsense before making a move, Xu Changge."
"...."
Xu Changge said nothing more, but from the black figure's movements within the dust, he seemed to take a deep breath.
The rain grew heavier.
