The Elder known as Nu Jian suddenly paused his movements, allowing Hong Lei to finally relax slightly.
He retreated a few steps, adjusting his breath, his palm holding the blade numb from the vibrations of the sword energy.
Swish Swish—
In the span of a breath, more than ten chains instantly wrapped around the limbs and waist of the silver-haired elder, and the Golden Eagle Commandants seized this hard-won opportunity, finally restraining him in place.
The elder still appeared completely unconcerned.
He merely lowered his head and gazed deeply into the long sword in his hand. Facing the companion that had been with him for three hundred years, a trace of loathing suddenly emerged in his murky eyes.
The words "Qingfeng" engraved on the sword's blade seemed to pierce into his heart like a nightmare.
"I regret... retrieving you from the Sword Pool."
His voice was faint and hoarse, as if his throat hadn't touched water for a long time, carrying a heavy self-mockery.
