Xu Yuan's eyes flashed with amusement, and the Qingyu in his hand, still sheathed, tipped slightly upward.
"Dang——"
A crisp sound,
The momentum of the knife was halted, the blade, trailing sparks, trembled slightly due to the struggle, but Xu Yuan's sword scabbard did not retreat even a fraction of an inch.
Xu Yuan put a bit more strength into his hand to flick the blade away, slowly turned around, and curiously asked,
"What are you doing?"
Li Qingyan sheathed her knife, glanced at him, and said in a low voice,
"I was just wondering."
"Wondering what?" Xu Yuan asked.
Li Qingyan looked at the countless sword marks on the walls of the melt cavern:
"Why you chose to make yourself swallow that Demon Crystal and become a 'different ghost', instead of me. Now it seems you felt that your combat power would be stronger if you did."
Xu Yuan suddenly fell silent, his eyes lowered, a suitably complex expression appearing on his face:
