The Fentian Sword that Yun Zi'an had given to Zhang Jingyun now lay quietly inside his Storage Ring, resembling a dormant divine beast waiting to be awakened by the faintest thought.
It was never the sword itself that had stopped Zhang Jingyun from practicing swordsmanship; it was himself.To this day, he could still vividly recall the sensation from that night—the coldness of the blade sinking into flesh as the Soul-snatching Demon Sword pierced Su Yining's chest, traveling straight up through the hilt into the palm of his hand.
He had watched clearly as fresh blood gushed from the wound, vivid as a blooming rose, drop by drop seeping into the folds of Su Yining's pristine white dress, looking both beautiful and cruel under the moonlight.
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