"Why didn't you fight back? Weren't you afraid I wouldn't stop?"
Dong Wanming's finger was pressed against Feimura Masayuki's brow. His imposing aura and killing intent gradually receded as he spoke slowly.
"And yet, you did stop in the end, didn't you?"
Feimura Masayuki slowly raised his head. Dong Wanming could clearly see the tear tracks on his face. He revealed a faint smile, his eyes downcast and gentle, filled with a light of tranquility and serenity, as if he had attained enlightenment.
"Just now, I finally understood the true meaning of the New Yin Style's supreme Mystical Technique, 'Blade Seizure Without a Blade.' It is easy to seize the sword in one's hand, but difficult to seize the sword in one's heart."
"I have already obtained what I sought. Victory and defeat are no longer important; they would only serve to sharpen the sword in my heart."
