Blood Dependence

"Xi'er, no, it's not what you think. No! You..." Before the woman could finish her words, a cold sword that was completely white was inserted straight into her heart. The thick and sticky blood slowly slid down along the hilt of the sword, and the disbelief in her eyes was replaced by despair. Is this the result of her hundreds of years of cultivation? She smiled wryly. The consciousness slowly drained from her body and turned into a pool of blood on the ground. The misty eyes gradually became hollow, as if only the tears on the cheeks and the dripping blood indicated that this was still a living life just now. The owner of the cold sword is the man in white who has been standing for a long time opposite. I saw him...