Yi Shuang was taken aback.
A peculiar look of intrigue appeared in her eyes.
"Sword of Love."
Sword of Love took light steps over the floating stones.
His cold gaze fixed on Yi Shuang.
Yi Shuang also noticed something unusual.
He was different from when he fought Phantom of The Immortal Blade.
He barely spoke.
Their eyes met.
Both bore the same cold stare.
"I see."
"I understand now."
Huh?
No One stood to the side, thoroughly confused.
Understand what?
Yi Shuang withdrew her whip, transforming it into a sword.
"I'm ready."
A blue flame also flared up on that black blade.
No One's face was dumbfounded.
No? Seriously?
Are they communicating privately?
Some kind of silent language???
Whoosh.
The eyes of Yi Shuang and Sword of Love were both ablaze with the flame.
[The Wanderer Clairvoyance]
[The Emotionless Clairvoyance]
Boom!