By the time the 36th move was made, most of the sword in Chen Yuan's hand had been cut off by Han Qianling, and Han Qianling's sword was also full of pits and cracks, but it did not prevent him from placing the sword across Chen Yuan's neck.
The cold air from the sword blew onto Shen Yuan's cold fur, but it didn't draw a single drop of blood.
Chen Yuan said nothing, and maintained this hostage-taking posture with Han Qianling for a long time, and suddenly turned his head to the side.
"I admire you," he said.
Han Qianling slowly put away his sword.
"It was indeed a fine sword. It's a shame that I wasted it." Han Qianling said leisurely, "Fortunately, the material is still there, and the essence has not changed. If Master Chen Yuan doesn't mind, I would like to ask a master to come and transform the remaining part into a dagger for you."
Shen Yuan shook his head.
Although he hadn't spoken in a long time, and his flow was a bit off, his resoluteness was clear. In response to Han Qianling's proposal, he simply said coldly, "I chose this because it's the iron for a knife, not a dagger. If it breaks into pieces for a knife, it will shatter, rather than survive as a dagger."
After saying this, he actually threw the short broken sword in his hand to the ground, saluted towards Han Qianling, and left with big strides, wearing only the empty silver sand leather sheath.
Feng Xue came forward after a long time. He still didn't know what to say, so he could only sigh deeply.
Han Qianling treated her as gently as ever. Seeing Xiao Ren coming back, he stuffed a few candies into her mouth and then asked Feng Xue with a smile, "Miss Feng Xue, do you still think that Master Chen Yuan and Jiu Jiang are similar?"
Feng Xue was slightly stunned.
Han Qianling didn't answer her question immediately. He simply squatted down, picked up a handful of dirt, and buried it on the broken knife that Chen Yuan had left behind.
"He collected the fragments of Jiujiang's old sword and buried them in the Spirit Snake Realm's Sword Hall." Han Qianling smiled, a sigh in his tone, "Their personalities are actually worlds apart; they are similar only in appearance."
Feng Xue finally came to her senses and asked in confusion, "Just because he looks like Jiujiang, is that the reason you dislike him?"
Han Qianling said half-heartedly, "Not entirely."
"What's that all about? An old racial grudge?"
Han Qianling evaded the main point and said, "There is an old grudge—there are very few people in the world who don't have a grudge against me."
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Being able to say such words so calmly and even proudly is a skill.
"I just don't quite understand." Han Qianling said lightly: "I can also take Jiujiang to do something like carrying him to the sky."
"..." Feng Xue was silent for a very long time this time, longer than any other time she had been silent before. After a long while, she said softly, "You...you are jealous."
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