Luo Xiu acted as if he hadn't heard Xia Chan, walking straight toward Ning Shuichen.
The sword wind suddenly ceased. Ning Shuichen's flowing white hair slowly settled, returning to a state of calm. Though he was right in front of him, Luo Xiu couldn't feel his presence; he was as quiet as water.
Ning Shuichen gazed at the young man he greatly admired and spoke. "Child, I believe you have your reasons for doing this. It's not too late to turn back now."
Luo Xiu stopped. "Everyone in this world has a reason for everything they do."
"You are exceptionally talented, a future pillar of our nation," Ning Shuichen said. "Furthermore, you brought back numerous opportunities from the Secret Realm, making a tremendous contribution to the country. I cannot bear to kill you."
Luo Xiu smiled indifferently. "Elder, since you are standing before me, you must have already prepared to take my life."
Ning Shuichen sighed softly. "I will strike only once."
