Liu Feiyang and Liu Chenyu both stood beside Ye Wuchen. They heard the voice and were filled with deep respect.
A swordsman should indeed be like that.
Liu Chenyu saw the tears at the corners of Ye Wuchen's eyes and felt pain for him. Immediately, she correctly guessed what had happened. A man would not shed tears easily. It was obvious to her why Ye Wuchen would cry at the moment.
An extremely powerful Sword Will was circling around Ye Wuchen so Liu Chenyu could not go near him even though she wanted to. This Sword Will should be the last gift from his master. The Sword Will flew on Ye Wuchen's body and turned into a strong sword aura. Ye Wuchen closed his eyes and the snow falling down was crushed by the Sword Will near his body. He was like a sword standing in the snowstorm.
