"I'll say it again. Let him go."
At that moment, Tang Xiaorou's face was expressionless. She dragged the sharp Sword blade in her hand hard across her neck, and in that instant fresh blood poured out.
"Hm?"
Jian Yinhe's expression changed drastically, his heart giving a sharp pang.
For Tang Xiaorou, he had been willing to clash head-on with his fellow disciples. For Tang Xiaorou, he had even risked great danger to kill Ye Xuan. For Tang Xiaorou, he had gone alone into peril, to the Flame Pavilion of the Sun Star Domain, to rescue her.
Everything Jian Yinhe had done was all for one person—Tang Xiaorou.
Yet now, Tang Xiaorou was actually forcing him with her own death for the sake of an outsider. That made him feel utterly disheartened.
Jian Yinhe suddenly even felt that a woman like Tang Xiaorou wasn't worth his love at all.
But…
"Ai…"
Jian Yinhe let out a helpless sigh. The fingertips of his right hand moved, and the Sword Qi coiled there instantly dispersed.
