Hua Weiyang looked at the sword in her hand and said with a smile: "Yan Qinghe, do you know what a living is?"
Yan Qinghe's eyebrows twitched and he deliberately avoided her fiery gaze.
"There are differences between you and me, Yan Qinghe." The girl's snow-white clothes danced in the wind, and the indifference concealed in her smile made Yan Qinghe's heart beat rapidly.
Hua Weiyang walked towards the mouth of the Yangtze River and raised the sword in her hand to her chest.
"Hua Weiyang of Qinghemen, I swear by this sword. From now on, I and Yan Qinghe of Baimumen..."
The Suiyu sword with the fragrance of osmanthus is broken into two pieces. At this moment, the fragrance is broken and the edge is also broken.
"Never see you again."
Intention: How can you feel that your heart is not wood or stone?