Xiao Han swung his sword, chopping down directly. Li Ting was killed, her life extinguished like a flame snuffed out.
This was Xiao Han's decision, exceptionally firm. As a member of the Divine Sword, Xiao Han most despised betrayal and most scorned those who sold out others.
This trait was fully embodied by Li Ting, and when Xiao Han struck, he did so without any hesitation.
Zhou Xueyan sighed, but there was nothing really to sigh about. Were it not for Xiao Han, she would have already been dead—this much Zhou Xueyan was very aware of, so she felt no pity for Li Ting.
Having died once herself, Zhou Xueyan had a broad perspective on life and death.
Her body weakened suddenly, and she collapsed into Xiao Han's arms.
Xiao Han held Zhou Xueyan, aware that her body had just revived and had not fully recovered yet. That was the reason for her weakness; she needed time to recuperate.
"I will take you home first," Xiao Han said.
"Mm."
Zhou Xueyan responded softly.
