"I suppose..."
Hua Jing's voice was somewhat hoarse.
She opened and closed her red lips, as if wanting to say something, but ultimately, nothing came out.
Thousands of words locked within her chest; she felt that for the condemned, there was no need for chatter.
You Su drew the Mo Song Sword, and a chilling intent of murder accompanied the dark sword as it emerged.
"As the First Seat, as the Divine Maiden, you have been beguiled by demons, your crime is unforgivable, and you must be executed!"
A strand of change finally appeared in Hua Jing's eyes; You Su saw that it was liberation.
Liberation from life, liberation from the fate upon her, liberation from the obsession in her heart.
The rotten flesh on the right half of her face surged frantically, as if trying to drag her body away, but Hua Jing remained unmoving as a mountain, silently watching the sword point aimed at her heart.
You Su's eyes turned sideways, killing intent almost tangible.
