Such a meticulous yet vicious battle. Even so, Zhangsun Wuji was still smiling. "Congratulations, Junior Sister. There I was wondering why you would once again step back into the worldly affairs. It must be because of your mastery over the heavenly arts."
"Right. After you, I have mastered." Tai Yan's voice returned to that elegant yet distasteful tone. "It is forever 'after you'… Zhangsun Wuji, I think that without you, there will be no 'after you'. Am I right?"
With a flick of a finger, the wind started to roar as the petals on the ground swirled with the wind, forming a giant crimson red spear, dashing towards Zhangsun Wuji's chest.
"Then, if there is no 'after' me, I will be the only one. Am I right, Tai Yan?" Zhangsun Wuji said calmly as he flicked his finger. That string of beads suddenly gathered into a heavy, translucent ball, hitting straight onto the spear.
Bang!
