Not far away in a mountain stream, the Demon Ru Xiaotian Sword had decapitated Huo Xiaoyu, leaving not even bones behind, only swirling mist of blood.
Lin Tian sheathed his Flying Sword and looked at Liu Yingying, who sat collapsed on the ground, wailing in grief. For a moment, he was rendered silent.
After a while, he walked over to Liu Yingying, grabbed her hand, and checked her condition to find that it was only grief that had destabilized her Qi and blood.
"I'm sorry, Aunt Liu! Before, I endured it for your sake, but this time, I cannot forgive her! She wanted to kill you; I couldn't hesitate or show mercy—this was her destiny! If I hesitated again, listened to your pleas, I wouldn't know how to choose!"
Lin Tian stood up, sighed silently, and spoke with a hint of apology.
"No, Xiao Tian! Don't blame yourself; it was her own doing—she brought it upon herself!"
Liu Yingying wept sorrowfully, her voice choked with tears.