The sound of footsteps gradually faded away.
Shi Huaidie stood in the courtyard for a while before coming to her senses. She had been standing far away, so she didn't know exactly how the situation had played out. But since that person had already left, did it mean that what needed to be done was already done?
Then Qiong Qi...
Has that cold-natured chess player finally met his end?
Remembering the days when she was a sword servant and an abandoned child, Shi Huaidie's expression became somewhat complicated. She took a deep breath to calm herself, then pressed her right hand to her sword and strode to the door. She lifted her left hand, paused, and then resolutely pushed the wooden door open.
