The cold stillness of the atmosphere was like poison on a leaf, slowly destroying it. Lin Chaoyuan's eyes held a silent smile as the gusts of wind blew before him, setting his eyes on fire.
In the gently blowing breeze, with pale faces, under the shade of a tree, Mo Yan and Yu Sui stood like stone altars.
A cold flame burned in Mo Yan's eyes, revealing a silent ferocity on his calm features, and Yu Sui's tear-filled eyes were red, her jaw clenched. Because what had just happened, they had both heard and seen, was something their eyes believed, but not their souls. It was almost impossible for them to believe.
Mo Yan's eyes were filled with so much rage that his gaze was fixed solely on Lin Chaoyuan's smiling eyes, which were like falling stones to his raging volcano.
And tears were falling from Yu Sui's eyes, but the glowing white band on her wrist still throbbed, strangely quiet, as if echoing the heartbeat of her soul. Just then, Lin Chaoyuan also caught sight of the divine thread, and his eyes narrowed at the sight.
But Yu Sui was staring at Fui's lifeless body. The body that had saved him. His breath caught. His throat choked, and he shook his head in denial, as if refusing to believe anything. At the same time, Mo Yan also looked at Yu Sui. And then Yu Sui spoke with a choked voice, his voice so heavy that Mo Yan could feel it tremble.
"No..." he said through heavy breaths. "No!...This isn't true!..."
He took a step back, staring at Fuie's body,
And then... ran away. Mo Yan was stunned by his sudden action, leaving him with no time to say or think. When Yu Sui moved away from Mo Yan, the thread snapped in two. It was like a needle breaking in a void, the slightest sound of which reverberates like a storm. The thread vanished as it snapped in two, as if it had never been there.
But when Mo Yan saw Yu Sui leave, he took a step back, ready to follow. But then a voice stopped him.
"Mo...!" Master Fung Shu Rei called out in a low voice. "Mo!... Don't believe it, we think this is all just another trap. We will never trust this deceiver again! This is definitely a lie!" Master Fung Shu Rei said as he left. Hearing this, Lin Chaoyuan frowned and looked at Master Fung Shu Rei with a sideways glance.
But Mo Yan didn't respond.
His eyes were fixed on the fallen spell seal, which he could clearly see, and then his gaze slowly shifted to Fuie's corpse, and instantly, his fists tightened.
And then… a flash of lightning flashed through the air, and a sharp metallic sound resounded. It was Mo Yan's sword, which he had drawn in a single stroke. The sword cast a streak of light through the air, through which Mo Yan stared at Lin Chaoyuan, his eyes wide with fury.
"Enough of that talk," Mo Yan said in a low, heavy, almost thunderous voice.
And then he launched a sharp and precise attack with his sword, straight at Lin Chaoyuan. Before Mo Yan's sword could even reach Lin Chaoyuan, he drew his own sword and countered the attack.
And when the two swords collided, sparks erupted, as if thousands of shooting stars were falling from the sky. The sharp metallic sound of clashing swords echoed everywhere.
Mo Yan's eyes were boiling with blood, yet there was a silent dignity in his every move and attack.
But Lin Chaoyuan, he was smiling in return. As if he enjoyed the sound of swords clashing.
"Ah, you're here, good luck!" Lin Chaoyuan said in a harsh voice, swinging his sword.
"You're really just like your mother, excited about everything. But do you think you're enough?
Huh?" Lin Chaoyuan said, staring at Mo Yan with hard eyes. Their swords clashed with a flash of light.
But then...
"Help!!"