Not even ten minutes after Ai Hui left, two lightflows broke through the sky as two silhouettes, one male and one female, landed on the ground.
The man was tall and handsome, his eyes exceptionally clear and bright. He held a longsword and his gestures were graceful but fear-evoking.
"Shi Youguang!"
Shock was evident in the lady’s voice as she realized that the head on the ground belonged to Shi Youguang. His expression was sinister and his eyes were wide open, a clear sign that he died with a remaining grievance.
The man squatted to inspect Shi Youguang’s head. The slash was cleanly done and there was no signs of sloppiness. Looking at the headless corpse not far away, the man imagined the fight scenario in his head and his expression turned grave. "Outstanding swordplay!"
The lady asked curiously, "Perhaps one of your people? A swordsman from Karakorum?"
