The two sword lights, embodying the unity of man and sword, clashed against each other. It was an absolute contest of hard power, leaving no room for any technique.
Faced with the sword light's intensity, one rank higher than her own, An Zhisu was indeed no match. Her body was thrown into the air by the sheer force, like a fragile wisp of willow in the wind.
Chen Guanshui was startled and no longer cared about maintaining his disguise. He quickly used his sword to catch her body.
At this moment, he realized with sudden comprehension:
The projection of Senior Sister in the mirror, though covered in sword wounds and bleeding, held the weapon that caused the wounds in her hand—indicating her desire to end her own life, as she continued to harm herself!
That was why An Zhisu just blocked the sword for him—because she no longer cared about her own life or death.
Thinking of this, Chen Guanshui felt both heartache and guilt.
