Bai Jin let out a mournful cry, filled with sorrow as if weeping tears of blood.
Lu Bei said nothing further, and with a flick of his finger, channeled the complete form of the Immortal Sword Intention into Bai Jin.
Severing emotional ties and discarding mundane concerns, so what?
The greater Bai Jin's talent, the more sincere her sword heart, the stronger her thirst for the Immortal Sword Intention. She thought she had severed herself from the world, but in reality, she had cut off her own retreat.
Following her sword heart, she had no choice at this moment.
As the Immortal Sword Intention entered her body, Bai Jin slowly closed her eyes, immersing herself in the vast ocean of sword intention from which she couldn't extricate herself.
Holding Bai Jin's hand, Lu Bei bent down to whisper in her ear, "Give up, senior sister, I promise you, you cannot escape from the palm of my hand."
