Qin Qing suddenly sat up from the bed.
After spitting out a lump of almost congealed dirty blood from his mouth, he breathed heavily for a few times.
The intense pain throughout his body made him realize that this was not a dream.
He was not dead.
In that battle, the last sword that appeared allowed him to survive.
"That sword qi, appearing from the sky. Its mightiness was even stronger than Zhao Wuji's by far. Who on earth could it be?"
"Who could it be... Why did they save me with that sword?"
"Also..."
Qin Qing frowned tightly, there was another feeling.
That was, within the sword qi, there was a sense of familiarity.
Then, Qin Qing's gaze fell upon Su Wanqing, who had just walked in.
"Was it you who saved me?"
Qin Qing looked at the girl who appeared to be around thirteen or fourteen years old.
She had delicate features, with a pair of big, clear eyes, very pure.
"You, you, you've awakened," the girl evidently got a fright, looking somewhat scared at Qin Qing.
