"As Sword Cultivators, we can only survive by being more ruthless in our killing and more unscrupulous in our methods than our foes."
At this, Qi Hong shook his head and said,
"Little one, if I were you, I'd give up on these pointless fantasies. The world out there is far more treacherous than you imagine."
"The core of being a Sword Cultivator today is just one word: Kill!"
"Slaughter everything. Nothing is off-limits!"
...
Qi Hong's words shattered Xie Yuzhu's idyllic image of Sword Cultivators, leaving her speechless.
After a long moment, once she had composed herself, she bowed to Zhong Ming.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have called you despicable. You were the rightful winner of our last match."
"I am a woman of my word. I will forge a high-quality flying sword for you. In the future, you can also leave its upgrades and maintenance to me."
At this, Xie Yuzhu's expression suddenly turned serious.
"But I have one request. I want to fight you again."
