"A man must strive for strength..."
"Looking into the mirror, applying yellow flowers!"
Kong Wenrang's face was ashen. His attempt to bolster his spirit had failed, forcing him to dodge awkwardly while Jiang Yuebai pressed on with her blade.
"The winds whistle bitterly, the River Yi turns cold, the warrior..."
"The warrior hangs himself on a southeastern branch!"
The shadow of a soldier had just begun to take form, but was interrupted by Jiang Yuebai once again.
"I brandish my blade towards the heavens and laugh..."
"After laughing, I shall sleep!"
The blazing sword aura struck his chest, sending Kong Wenrang flying backward, spitting blood. His mind was in chaos; he lacked the composure to remain focused and was constantly interrupted by Jiang Yuebai.
