"Damn it… COUGH COUGH… I rose from nothing, yet I never thought I'd fall to a little slip of a girl like you."
An old man whose legs had been blown off lay on the ground, clinging to life. He watched helplessly as the silver-haired, red-eyed girl approached like the grim reaper, dragging a Glazed Longsword behind her.
The old man wanted to offer a carefree smile and meet his end with grace, just like the ambitious heroes in storybooks who died with a dignified end.
But as Qing Yueqiu drew closer, he subconsciously began to recall everything since he had accidentally embarked on the path of Cultivation: all the hardships, the sorrows, the triumphs, the sweet taste of vengeance…
'Turns out, being alive is such a wonderful thing.'
The moment he thought about losing this privilege, an immense fear gripped his heart like a hand, draining every last drop of the quality called "courage" from his body.
"Give me a chance to live, little girl."
