Just then, a massive sword swung downwards, right towards Qiao Xueying. Even before it came close, she could hear the thundering crescendo of the descending blade as it approached. The sheer force of it was so great that it could probably amputate a limb from one of those copper giants. Goodness knew what it would do to her own frail body.

Qiao Xueying’s first instinct was to dodge, but she was in midair, and there was nothing around to use to redirect herself. It was impossible for her to evade the sword. Seeing the sword growing bigger and bigger before her eyes, she sighed softly and closed her eyes, resigning herself to fate.

She was already tired of living anyway, so it didn’t seem too bad for her to die just like that. Her only regret was that she would be unable to see the breaking of three seals through and save the young miss. Will Zu An be able to do it alone?

The thought of Zu An made rage explode within her head. 

It’s all because of him that I’m facing imminent death! Will he even feel the slightest twinge of guilt for my fate when he thinks about this in the future? Hah, I doubt it. What could that man possibly know of guilt?

“I bet you’re cursing me right now.” 

A teasing voice suddenly sounded right beside her, and Qiao Xueying felt herself falling into...