The Saber of the Shattered Jade fluttered gently down as if there was neither power nor speed behind it. Yet it was also like the haze in one's heart. Had he not recognized it and failed to withdraw, the sword would have attached itself to him. He would not be able to break away from it or resist it. Perhaps the sword might slip his mind someday but at a specific time and occasion, he would recall past memories and once again repeat the past.
The assassin raised his head with an unaffected look. He saw that Meng Qi was now as tall as a mountain that obscured the sunlight radiating in this direction. Meng Qi's face was shrouded in the shadow, the contrast made his eyes look incredibly bright. Bolts of lightning flickered in his pupils as they concealed the Chaos within. In his eyes were a hint of mercy, compassion, and joy as if he was a god.
