Completely exhausted, and with nothing to rely on, it was obvious to anyone that she had lost. Yet even after that, Lin Huiyin tightly clenched onto her sword and resisted. Her unwavering will and determination made her look like a fairy, that was about to wilt.
BANG... the three attacks hit her. However, with no powerful battle skills to aid her this time, she was easily repelled by the Zhang Fei trio.
Blood spurted and Lin Huiyin fell on the ground. With her slowly closing eyes, she saw the attacks fp the trio inching in. A torrent of despair washed over her, her spirit heavy with the weight of defeat.
"Father, Elder Lin Mang… Lin Huiyin apologises. Even until the end I was unable to win" she whispered, her voice filled with sorrow.
As she teetered on the edge of her life, memories from her time in the Lin clan surged through her mind. Amongst those memories, an image emerged—the person she detested the most, the one who had caused her so much pain.
