Countless years of planning, all culminating in this very moment.
She let out a breath of pent-up air, just as she had on the day he died, and finally felt a sense of relief.
Zhou Yitang gazed at him, his expression gradually becoming vacant, and slowly walked up to him,
She was going to have him! The version of him she always desired!
Zhou Yitang thought this to herself, yet as she saw his gaze gradually dim, her heart tightened unexpectedly. Reaching out her hand, she carefully caressed his cheek.
"Did you ever envision this day?"
She murmured softly,
"Had I known it would come to this, was it worth it back then…"
Was it worth it, to break my sword…
She remembered how, when he first arrived at Yin Sword Mountain, he was just a young boy of mediocre talent, utterly clueless about Taoist Skill and cultivation. His comprehension abilities were equally unremarkable, causing her to furrow her brow repeatedly. Even the good-natured Lu Ying would often shake his head at him.
