He didn't linger any longer and with a few leaps, he whistled through the city's buildings before sweeping into the wilderness.
...
"What a ferocious sword technique."
Two blood shadows whistled as they drew slightly closer, inching into each other's bodies. The two blood lights merged into one, and once again Cui Guangling's figure in his high hat and red robe appeared.
A trace of pain showed between his brows, and the brow center still had a sword mark that had not solidified. The bloodstain flowed down, making his long, pale face look eerie and ferocious.
Cui Guangling stood atop the courtyard wall, turned his head to look behind him at the mess...
Then he looked at the blood-red long sword in his hand, his eyes filled with distress.
There was now a rice grain-sized notch on the blood sword.