Something in Wushuang's eyes was extinguishing, while a certain decision was gradually becoming unwavering.
Suddenly, a commotion arose in the crowd.
As if sensing something, she abruptly withdrew her hand and turned her head to look.
Li Mu held a ring in his hand, the center of the ring was empty.
It was just a tiny bit from fitting snugly on a woman's finger...
The crowd parted automatically, making way for a passage.
Wushuang did not see Li Mu's expression; she only saw someone standing at the other end of the passage.
Not anyone else, it was Ouyang Che.
Upon seeing his appearance, she didn't know if she felt excitement or resignation in her heart.
Meeting his deep gaze, she just stared blankly at him, without any reaction.
In the astonished gaze of the crowd, Ouyang Che slowly walked towards her.
Wushuang's gaze suddenly fell on the precious sword he held in his hand, only then understanding why everyone was surprised.
The Xuanyuan Sword.
