“Whoosh!” The blade slashed down again with a flashing glint. Yibin’s arms were severed from the shoulder as well. The youth was covered in blood, limbless - quite a horrifying scene.

“Ah!” He rolled back and forth in his own blood while howling.

“Why, why are you so cruel, we have no grievances…” He bellowed.

“No, no, it’s not me, this has nothing to do with me.” The old man defended himself and chased after his blade. He finally grabbed it and heaved a sigh of relief while patting his chest: “Good, it didn’t fly away or I’ll go hungry.”

“It’s your blade, who else could it be?” Li Qiye smiled and shook...