Sword Master Yu pressed his lips tightly, quickly collected the wavering expression on his face, and once again became as hard as cold iron, showing a determined posture as if he was ready to fight against the heavens with his life:
"Heaven has bestowed a great task upon this person, and the living beings are the foundation of my responsibility to cultivate and establish a life. If sacrificing the Tianxi is the only path available,
I am willing to become the eternal sinner of the Xijian Sect, bearing the names of eight thousand disciples, falling into hell, swearing to die without regret!"
Baili An looked at this man with a calm and profound gaze.
He was always like this. Sword Master Yu always had his own set of principles and persistence, pitying the people, sacrificing himself to save the world.
This fearless posture, however, made it difficult for Baili An to truly respect it.
