Accompanied by the sound of a sword's hum, the willow trees of the ten-mile long pavilion swayed again, willow leaves flew, but did not fall, only spiraled in the air, brushing past Bi Tong'er's eyes, through her hair.
The autumn wind was brisk, Heaven and Earth vast.
It was an intoxicating scene.
Yet behind her, that first-rate expert of Jianghu was still coughing blood incessantly; thus, within this scene, a sense of severe murderous intent was intertwined.
Bi Tong'er found it hard to have any mood to enjoy the scenery.
Even the expert behind her was already poisoned; given her own insignificant martial arts, she could only be deeply poisoned too, and the reason it had not yet erupted was simply because the opponent had not yet triggered it.
