Kapitel 411: Still That Qiushan (III)

In the dwelling, a figure could be seen in front of the sickbed, watching the unconscious Qi Jian.

As his gaze moved from her pale face to her abdomen that had been wrapped in layer after layer of bandages, and then to those fingers which were still suffused with a faint green, it grew colder and colder. Hearing those voices from outside, one unyielding and one forceful, and thinking about those voices he listened to in his Sword Rest, the countless voices he had heard over these past several weeks, his voice also became somewhat cold.

"I do not accept."

That figure said these four words to all of Mount Li, then he walked out of the dwelling. Hearing his voice, the entirety of Mount Li grew silent. The Sect Master quietly looked at Xiao Songgong, the corners of his mouth perking, revealing a smile. That smile contained many meanings, but there was no sign of any of that previous bitterness.