Back at home, the image of the woman in a snow-white dress riding a flying sword still echoed in Ruan Tang's mind. She asked, "Xu Lai, why didn't you finish fighting her?"
"Hmm..." Xu Lai explained, "Honey, not every battle has to be a fight to the death. Besides, she'd already lost."
Rong Sanyue hadn't lost in terms of her Boundary, but in her state of mind.
The moment she tried to save face for her disciple, Deng Shu, by challenging Xu Lai, she had already suffered a total defeat.
The sword in a swordsman's hand.
It is not a weapon for contests of pride, but a guiding light for upholding 'justice' and 'goodness' in one's heart.
A swordsman who doesn't even know why they wield a sword is no longer worthy of the blade.
Xu Lai had taught Rong Sanyue a lesson. Whether she could fully comprehend it was up to her own destiny.
What awaited her could be an abyss.
Or it could be a chance to achieve a new breakthrough.
