Under such circumstances, Pei Ye found himself suddenly missing Ming Qi Tian, unable to distinguish whether it was her or the sword he missed. When he recalled the sway of her dress, the heavenly sword always came to mind. When he reminisced about her unattainable swordsmanship, his mind was always filled with her divine-like visage.
Perhaps there was no difference between the person and the sword, all he desired was another glimpse of such a celestial scene.
"Is this... a sword?" The woman's voice in front of him drew him back to reality, Zhang Junxue gazed up, her eyes red with emotion.
"Yes." Pei Ye responded, serious yet gentle as he nodded, extending a fist slowly before the woman, "I believe, this is your ambition. One day, you too will be able to craft such a blade."
However, Zhang Junxue did not respond immediately.
She lifted her hand slightly, then put it back down, and even lowered her head.
