Sword without Dust glanced slightly at Lingxi slumped over his shoulder. He naturally understood what Long Yan was about to do.
"Let's go back."
Sword without Dust called out to the maiden beside him. Under the twilight glow of the setting sun, their shadows stretched longer and longer as they walked toward their home. However, compared to when they left, they now carried an unconscious Lingxi with them.
"It seems that I, too, should make a decisive end."
Sneaking a glance at the maiden's side profile under the sunset, Sword without Dust chuckled softly. To have moments like these would be immensely satisfactory.
This was a hidden secret of Sword without Dust's. Just as he had once said, when he first began exploring the path of cultivation, he was nothing more than an ordinary child—merely blessed with a talent for sword techniques and fueled by the desire for vengeance.
