"Five Poison Scorpion Heart."
Lin Ye discerned the Mysterious essence within the emerging Qing Yan. Stepping forward, he twirled the Raindrop Divine Sword in his hand, weaving a flurry of sword flowers. The sword flowers, shrouded in mist, merged and whirled with the rain, giving rise to a lethal Sword Intent, colliding with the Qing Yan at one point.
Yet, at the moment of impact, the Qing Yan twisted, revealing a transformation.
From color to sound.
The sound nestled in the forest as the wind plucked the strings of a pipa.
Abruptly, the hardness gave way to a softness that intertwined with the sword flowers, causing the Divine Sword to quiver and entangle itself around Lin Ye, its wielder.
"Black and White!"
