"I, Xie Luohe, surrender."
Xie Luohe wore a black, crow-shaped mask that revealed only her delicate jaw, leaving her expression hidden from all.
She lifted her chin slightly, a faint smile on her lips.
Leaves rustled, falling from the trees.
A swirl of wind kicked up behind Xie Luohe, carrying the fallen leaves high into the air.
Zheng Xiu stared at Xie Luohe, stunned.
Xie Luohe calmly met his gaze.
Their eyes met.
Xie Luohe sighed softly.
"From the moment I first saw you, I, Xie Luohe, was utterly defeated."
Leaving behind those wistful words, Xie Luohe turned and departed.
She left a storm of speculation in her wake.
Her retreating figure was resolute, her tone free and easy, showing not a hint of lingering attachment.
After a moment of dead silence, the viewing platform erupted into a clamor of discussion.
Many of the Knights, sipping hot tea and cracking melon seeds, had been hoping to see the "Great Evil Person tear a beast to shreds."
