“Apologies for the wait, Snow Fairy.”0

It wasn’t until after all eighteen people had been devoured by the bronze dragons and serpents that Ye Qing finally looked at Xue Wushuang. “So, what fashion would you like this duel to be?”0

“What do you mean?”0

Xue Wushuang was wearing a somewhat complicated expression right now. As a natural born sword wielder whose sword heart was bright and clear since she was a child, she naturally knew who was good and who was evil at first glance. However, this young man felt like an abyss shrouded in fog to her senses, impossible to identify or measure. As a result, she could not tell if his nature was good or bad.0

Assuming he was good, he was eccentric, unpredictable, and ruthless to an extreme. But assuming he was bad, everyone he killed was a cruel, vicious villain who more than deserved to die. Because of this, she simply could not arrive at a...0