"You speak so eloquently; I am almost moved by you, but—"
Qin Le Yin dodged the radiance of the Formless Divine Spear, and like a phantom, clung closely to Le Yu, unleashing a barrage of attacks like a violent storm.
"—I refuse!"
Le Yu, even as he retreated and defended, was battered by these relentless attacks until he was severely injured. Suddenly, he spat a mouthful of blood foam at Qin Le Yin's face, forcing him to evade and break his rhythm, regaining the initiative: "Why!?"
"Because I don't want to be friends with you."
"But weren't we on good terms before?!"
"Yes, we were on good terms before, which is why I don't want to keep being friends with you." Qin Le Yin said, delivering powerful blows, "Our paths differ, and the stronger the feelings, the more they become hindrances in future battles."
"Now our relationship is just right; you are about to die at my hands, and I will feel a bit of sadness, but it will become the power for me to move forward."
