The two disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect opened the door, and Sheng Chuqing walked into the room.
By the window, she saw Tianfeng.
Tianfeng's hair had withered and was continually falling out.
The fallen hair disintegrated into dust upon landing.
"Junior Brother Tianfeng!" Sheng Chuqing shouted.
Upon seeing this, her expression showed little change.
In her eyes, Tianfeng had always been just a fellow Junior Brother with an Innate Sword Heart, belonging to the ranks of Sword Dao geniuses.
Yet this Sword Dao genius had fallen too quickly, and his character was overly stubborn.
There wasn't much of a relationship between them, just a mutual awareness.
"Senior Sister Chuqing!" Tianfeng slowly turned his head.
His face was pale, his eyes bloodshot.
Clearly, his sword wounds were extremely severe, leaving him on the brink of death.
He twitched the corner of his mouth, wanting to smile, but couldn't.
