Just as Jing An's soul was about to fade away into nothingness, a resonant sword hum echoed, and a sword pierced Jing An's glabella, forcibly stabilizing her soul.1

The sword was none other than the Qingxuan Sword!0

Yi Nian then appeared beside Jing An. She embraced Jing An, who was rapidly fading away, 0

"Jing An..." Yi Nian said, trembling.0

Gasping for air, Jing An looked at Yi Nian and grabbed the latter’s hand. 0

"Teacher is dead," she whispered0

Tears immediately fell down Yi Nian's face.0

Tears welled up in Jing An's eyes as she said, "I've always wanted to become the Tianxing Ruler because I wanted to change things and accomplish something great.0

"But when Teacher died, I realized that all I wanted to achieve was for Teacher. I just wanted her to be proud of me. When she died, I no longer wanted to be the Tianxing Ruler."0

Jing An reached out to wipe away the tears on Yi Nian's face, and she hesitated to speak any further.0

Yi Nian hugged her tightly, and tears streamed down her face. "Say it, just say it. I will agree with whatever you say, really..."0

Jing An smiled...0