"Sigh."
At the last strike's descent, Qin Ming's sigh was heard.
Before focusing on the slash, Qin Qianbai first met the man's gaze.
It was still that serene expression, that childlike innocence, devoid of good or evil, with no stance, the gaze of a traveler wandering through the mortal world.
Then, in this instant.
Someone trapped in a virtual history returned to reality.
Some "memories" that didn't belong to true history surged into the person's mind upon his return.
Playful fights, lantern festivals, duels in the snow, his laughter in the virtual history. The fact of his return fell like a settled stone into Qin Qianbai's heart lake.
The heart lake, tranquil since enlightenment, thus became utterly turbulent.
"——So annoying!!!"
"Huh?! "
The crossed blades pressed down simultaneously, forcefully repelling Qin Ming's blade. An inexplicable strength allowed Qin Qianbai to execute an impossible counterattack!
