He had long been aware of the vendetta between Han Yan and Zhao Sinin, and knew that this person living would ultimately be a hazard. Before him was the perfect opportunity to eliminate him.
"Give him the elixir then," Han Yan thought for a moment and finally said. Although Zhao Sinin had always hated her to the core, no matter what, it was thanks to him that they managed to endure till the end today. Han Yan was a person who distinguished clearly between gratitude and grievance; if she were to kill him like this, she would never be at ease for the rest of her life.
"I didn't expect... you... you've actually already comprehended this Sword Soul! Cough... cough..." Ao Fangchen also took an elixir, and with much effort stood up tremblingly, wiping the bloodstains from the corner of his mouth, his breath uneven as he spoke. No sooner had he finished speaking than he coughed up several mouthfuls of fresh blood, clearly heavily injured.
