"Sword Master!" Chen Yunli cried out in alarm.
But before he could approach, he was forcefully stopped in his tracks.
Because the Master of the Liyue Sword, with his back to him, stretched out a hand to signal him not to come closer.
"Sword Master!" Chen Yunli's expression was one of sorrow.
This was the first time he had seen the Sword Master like this.
He desperately wanted to go forward and offer his concern.
But the Sword Master did not allow it.
He knew that the Sword Master was worried that the man would strike at them... such concern undoubtedly indicated one thing!
"I have lost," the Master of the Liyue Sword said slowly.
All those present heard him clearly.
Amidst their cries of shock, their hearts were filled with a desolate sorrow, as if mourning the death of a kindred spirit.