There was an ethereal sound of music in the distance, as melodious as the song of a sparrow, but it could penetrate the storm and reach everyone's ears.
Zhaoyun clenched the sword in his hand and slowly looked back. In the wind and rain, a fairy in white clothes, surrounded by countless birds, came riding on the waves. Suddenly he came close, stretched out his hand to hold the water-breaking sword, and mourned to him: "Brother, do you have to do this?"
He shook his head hard.
The white-clothed fairy turned her left hand and had already grasped the Water-Breaking Sword with her bare hands, but her right hand hurriedly moved toward his heart——
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