Actually, if one understands Feng enough, her attacks would naturally come as no surprise. Because she has always been like this; even without relying on the magic power inside her body, she can still defeat her opponents with exquisite swordsmanship.
After the two crossed paths, the outcome was still decided. Emperor Wu looked at the broken knife in his hand, his expression was very complex, carrying both relief and pain.
He raised his head and focused his gaze on Bailong An, his eyes revealing deep guilt.
"All these years, I always thought you were dead..." Emperor Wu spoke in a hoarse and bitter voice.
"So you're happy, aren't you?" Bailong An stared at him, asking with a painful smile.
"How could I be? I...I've always lived in guilt..."
"You colluded with the Wen Family, plotted against me, even willing to put me to death. A person like you, would you feel guilty?" Bailong An pointed at him, questioning with rapid breaths.
"I..."
