A figure in white, a flowing robe in red. Can the grudges of the martial world ever truly be repaid?
"Lian Jue, sometimes, the greater good really does require sacrificing a few people..." Xia Yan gave a bitter smile and lowered the whip in her hand. Her scarlet clothes had never looked so vivid and dazzling, burning Lian Jue's eyes.
"I'm so sorry... But I have no choice..."
"Don't blame yourself. I stopped belonging here long ago..."
"The grudge I bear in this life, I'll repay you for in the next..."
The scarlet clothes glowed brighter and brighter, and flames sprang up in clusters. As the red garments disappeared, Xia Yan's face grew indistinct as well...
