The exhilarating and fierce duel came to an end. The two men sheathed their swords and walked over to the rock face. In the warm spring sunlight, the Great Yokai held his sword in his right hand, his wrist flicking slightly, causing characters to appear one by one on the stone wall as his little peacock asked about them.
Amidst the deep, resonant pronunciation of the Great Yokai, the Moon Mark between the human's brows flickered, corresponding to an intuitive understanding of the meanings of the characters and sounds. Sitting cross-legged with paper and brush in hand, Li Xiangyi carefully copied the characters stroke by stroke, earnestly committing every single one of them to memory.
Sesshomaru turned his head to look, watching his little peacock earnestly making preparations to accompany him back to his realm. His gaze was tender, his demonic heart swelling with fullness.
Chapter 58