As Zhang Junxue approached the fighting arena, the man who'd arrived first was already standing opposite, propping on his sword and waiting.
The ground was blank and white, and the man across was wearing a black cape.
In an instant, Zhang Junxue entered a different state.
On her way to the stage, she was sullen from arguing with Pei Ye. But when she stood on the stage and saw the man waiting leisurely across from her, an even fiercer and more piercing feeling surged from within, burning away all her other emotions.
The black cloak was like the deep night smothering her breath, and the longsword was as thick as blood.
From the moment she stood in front of him, she knew she would never regret her decisions.
This was what she needed to do, trade blood for blood, pain for pain, and splash the fire, molded out of the knife in her heart, squarely on this man!