The sound stopped and a silver light fell from the sky, stabbing into the bluestone bridge in front of Ling Chuxi. It was a beautifully shaped dagger with a near perfect arc. Through the cold silver light, Ling Chuxi seemed to be able to feel the residual warmth of the dagger's owner.
This dagger was so familiar. It was personally forged by Chuxi and given to that person!
Chuxi's heart, which was usually calm and unruffled in the face of danger and chaos, no matter how big the wind and waves were, suddenly sped up at this moment. Her eyes were filled with surprise, longing, and joy.
"Qingjue!" She mumbled to herself, and tears began to well up in her eyes. He's back, he's back!
He didn't lie to her. He had returned to her side at this time!
The clouds parted, and the mist dispersed. All the mist was dispelled by the sun, just like the darkness of the morning.
