Lin Qianyan gently untied her long robe and slowly draped it over Pei Yuhang's shoulders, her movements as delicate as if she were touching a fragile piece of Liuli.
A gentle breeze swept through the bamboo forest, lifting their hair. Lin Qianyan's long hair fluttered in the wind, a few strands brushing against her cheek, but she seemed completely unaware.
The wind gently tousled Pei Yuhang's hair as well, scattering it messily across his forehead and obscuring his deep eyes.
The two were silent for a moment. Then, Lin Qianyan spoke softly.
"Pei Yuhang, you're free. You're still that carefree, number one Swordsman in the world."
Pei Yuhang lifted his gaze slightly, looking at her through his disheveled hair. The corners of his mouth curved into a faint, self-deprecating smile.
He shook his head, his voice low and hoarse. "No, I'm not number one anymore. Sect Leader Lin defeated me. You're number one now."
A complex emotion flickered in Lin Qianyan's eyes when she heard this.
