Chu Xuan stared as the celestial figure in the sky dissipated, her expression turning blank for a moment.
She had not expected Sword Master to leave just like that.
By her reckoning, the Sword Master's celestial figure could be maintained for ten minutes.
He could have used another ten minutes to persuade Long Chen.
Even if it was just to protect herself from harm, to temporarily yield and persuade Long Chen, buying time so she could regain some strength and avoid further humiliation, that would have been preferable.
Yet, Sword Master did not do so.
Was it that he couldn't think of it?
No, it definitely wasn't that.
Someone like Sword Master, already as cunning as they come, simply did not wish to save her.
Upon this realization, tears suddenly slid down Chu Xuan's cheeks.
She loved Sword Master deeply, a love that started in her past life and continued after her rebirth.
But in that brief moment, Chu Xuan seemed to see through everything.
