The piercing Sword Intent seemed to be everywhere, locking onto Li Chang'an.
It made Li Chang'an's entire body ache faintly.
It was as if he was about to be executed by a thousand cuts.
He remained calm and cupped his hands in a salute.
"Might you be Daoist Ye Mengxian of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect?"
"I am."
Ye Mengxian's white dress fluttered lightly. Her eyes were ethereal, and her bearing was as otherworldly as a fairy's as she quietly watched Li Chang'an.
Her eyes held not a trace of emotion, as if she were merely looking at a corpse.
Li Chang'an asked again, "Daoist Ye, I have no grievance or enmity with you. Why do you want to kill me?"
"You are a Tribulation Cultivator. You deserve to die."
"Daoist Ye, you are mistaken. Even among Tribulation Cultivators, there are those who have been framed and wronged."
Li Chang'an's expression remained unchanged as he calmly explained.
