"The result of this collision ended in Qingqing's defeat."
The giant sword recounted a story, speaking with a deliberate tone.
Li Qingshan listened attentively, surprised by the vastness of Qingqing's background.
The girl wielding the giant sword in the Dimensional Battlefield was actually hailed from a secluded family and was slain by her uncle.
"To resort to killing one's own niece due to ideological differences?" Li Qingshan asked in shock.
"Ideological friction is often the most terrifying. After Qingqing's death, a wisp of her soul somehow came to the mortal realm. In the end, I followed her. However, I was seriously injured in that battle and have yet to recover. I couldn't help Qingqing, so in the end, that wisp of soul disappeared in the Human World," The giant sword sighed, feeling very vexed.
"I didn't expect such a thing to happen," Li Qingshan sighed.
