The door opened, and Zhang Yuchen walked through.
"Zhang Yuchen, I now have permission to kill you. Do you have any last words?" Qiu Ping showed no reluctance in his confrontation.
"There is nothing more for me to say. I did not do anything, but for the pain you have experienced, I can only provide you my condolence," Zhang Yuchen answered.
"You don't think I'll kill you, do you?" Qiu Ping looked angry.
"When I said I did not do it, I did not do it," Zhang Yuchen said.
His complacent attitude fanned the flames of Qiu Ping's heart and temper. Without further ado, he slashed his sword towards Zhang Yuchen.
Zhang Yuchen knew he was going to die, and he did not want to fight the cruel twists of fate that had led him to that moment. He stood there and waited for the blow to strike.
Qiu Ping's blade was brought up to Zhang Yuchen neck, but it did not go any further. The sword nicked a small cut across the skin of his neck, and that was it.