With a clang, the black and white swords destroyed each other, turning into 'snowflakes' that filled the sky. It was as though the world was only left with the constantly fluttering colors of immaculate black and holy white.

Shi Xiaobai had underestimated the intentions of the black and white swords. Or it could be said that he underestimated their 'loyalty'. He never expected the two swords to acutely sense the seriousness of the situation, nor did he expect that they would sacrifice themselves just to save him.

Shi Xiaobai fell into a daze for a while as he looked at the black and white fragments on the ground. He felt a stifling weight on his chest as he gaped slightly, unable to utter a word. Something seemed stuck in his throat. He could neither swallow it down nor spit it out.

He could endure pain, tolerate torment but he could not accept others sacrificing themselves for him.

That benevolent butcher who had said, "This year, when we visit the tombs, I will tell your