Hearing a Sigh

Liu Shisui was of course a talkative person; otherwise, Jing Jiu wouldn't have thought of him back when he met the young monk of the Fruit Formation Temple who was practicing the Vow of Silence.

But, his talkativeness hadn't been as bad as it was that day.

He had had too many responsibilities and secrets over the last ten years. He was afraid that he might have said something that revealed the secrets. Because of the responsibility and the role of a tragic devil disciple he played, he spoke less and less, and that drove him almost crazy.

It wasn't until this day when Jing Jiu's bracelet was transformed into a sword that protected him, and countless flying swords of the Green Mountain headed toward the West Ocean, he finally didn't have to play that role any longer. He was free to be himself now; so he would like to spill out all the things he had wanted to say but held back over the last ten years.