Situ Yi contentedly stroked the sword's blade, as if caressing a lover's skin. The power of the Colored glaze Disaster transformed into crystals that attached to the Holy Sword, completely replenishing the strength consumed by the summoning, making the sealing of the Final Sword as intact as it was a thousand years ago. He lowered his gaze, compassionately looking at the dazed boy on the ground, looking at the sole witness he had chosen.
"Do you understand? Have you deciphered it? Do you comprehend it?" Situ Yi slowly asked, "It's alright, you can ponder it slowly. After all, this is the most magnificent and complex drama you have ever seen, and that I have ever directed in this life. Finally, we've reached this moment; I have fulfilled a major wish of mine, achieved my greatest goal of transcending the mortal world. I want to thank you for your cooperation, thank you for your participation.
Because a drama without an audience is meaningless."
