"What a beautiful sword intent!" Before his death, the old man actually had such a stunning thought in his mind.
Immediately, he felt his body become extremely relaxed and free from all the shackles of the world. Then, his consciousness gradually dissipated.
As the silver light dissipated, an elegant figure gently floated down in front of Ling Chuxi. That long silver hair and those affectionate eyes were even more stunning and beautiful than the tens of millions of Silver Star sword lights from before.
"Chuxi," he said. Huangfu qingjue gently held Ling Chuxi's hand.
"Qingjue, qingjue ... You've come." Ling Chuxi held Huangfu qingjue's hand, her eyes hazy with tears. If not for the familiar warmth coming from his palm, she would have thought that what had appeared in front of her eyes was an illusion.
