Xi Xingxue suppressed her rage and guided him, "He Yan, put your sword away, it's not too late."
After saying that, he frantically gave him meaningful glances:
It's too early to seek revenge now; so many people are watching, and you don't even have the ability to do so.
He Yan naturally heard Xi Xingxue's thoughts and instantly understood her good intentions.
But why should I?
Why should he listen to Xi Xingxue? Don't forget...
“Master, you killed Fang Li with your own hands. You are also an executioner, and... my enemy.”
He Yan raised his chin, his captivating yet lifeless eyes gazing at him with a desolate look.
The wind stopped around him, and his clothes no longer fluttered. Only a complex and mottled hatred lingered and surged within his internal organs and heart.
No one around the arena disturbed them, and Xi Xingxue was completely unprepared and in his safe zone. At this moment, He Yan should have drawn his sword, stabbed it into Xi Xingxue's body, and then used a teleportation talisman to escape.
This was a plan that had been in his mind since the first time he met Xi Xingxue a long, long time ago.
For some reason, the plan had long since faded away without anyone noticing, and only now has He Yan suddenly remembered it.
Despite his recollection, He Yan couldn't pull the sword out of the other person's body.
Not to mention killing Xi Xingxue.
It's ridiculous, utterly ridiculous, that he couldn't bring himself to do it.
He Yan's eyes grew increasingly red, his emotions churning wildly within them, and black mist emanated from his forehead, gradually flowing to envelop him.
These are... symptoms of almost going mad.
Xi Xingxue had no idea what He Yan had been thinking in those few seconds. She only knew that he was in a complete panic. It was his first time being a master, and he had no experience!
"He Yan, draw your sword first, then I'll take you home."
go home?
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