"Shen Jinghan, do you think... You won?" He spoke, his voice was a little hoarse, but there was a sense of relief.
Shen Jinghan frowned, feeling suddenly uneasy in his heart, and the hand holding the sword tightened subconsciously.
At this moment, Liang Yan moved.
He did not retreat or draw his sword, but instead rushed towards Shen Jinghan. The speed was astonishingly fast, like a moth with no regard for its own safety, it pounced straight on the sharp sword hanging in front of it.
"Pfft—" The sharp sword edge pierced his abdomen without warning.
Deep in the shadow of the tree, the expression on Su Wan's face, which was originally smiling, froze little by little.
The severe pain coming from the other end of the secret connection almost shattered his consciousness, and Liang Yan's almost self-destructive determination was like an ice pick, piercing into his heart.
His fingertips unconsciously clenched the branches next to him. The rough bark scratched his skin and blood oozed out, but he was completely unaware of it. Only the turbulent waves surged in his eyes, and even his breathing became stagnant.
Purpose: Only by enduring hardship can one become a master.