After everyone had left, the young girl sat quietly for a while, retrieving her hand back to her front, the sweat in her palm fading away.
She drew out the Lost Jade sword, discovering her hand wasn't much warmer than the hilt.
Expressing something that has been suppressing inside often brings relief. However, some matters are a flood that should let out, while this matter was like a large mountain. The process of confessing was equivalent to toppling it, every companion who heard this news has been enveloped under the shadow of its collapse.
The sight of their pale faces made the young girl's mood even colder and gloomier.
This was the first time she had taken the initiative to make such a decision, to bear such pressure.
The girl's fingers slowly traced over the cold blade, it seemed the coolness followed her fingers into her heart, slowly washing away the heavy knot inside.
"An outstanding swordsman can always draw the confidence and calm they need from their sword."
