A flashback from his previous life assaulted him—
A rainbow-colored flag waving on a certain beach festival.
Su Xiaobai's face paled.
No…
'Don't tell me…'
'This old man…'
He clutched his chest.
'HE'S INTO ME?!!'
Puchi!
Xu Tianran furrowed his brow. "Why are you vomiting blood?"
Su Xiaobai staggered back, dramatically clutching the sword. "N-nothing! Just the wind… it's emotional!"
Inside his head:
'No wonder he always stares from afar! No wonder he offered to give me pills personally! No wonder he said 'Don't die.' I'm being target-marked by a closeted Peak Lord!!'
Meanwhile, Xu Tianran stood silently, noble and expressionless, unaware that the young man before him was currently plotting to fake his own death if the old man ever winked at him.
"Use it well," Xu Tianran said simply. "This weapon once belonged to an ancient nation. Consider it… a life."
Then he vanished.
Boom.
One flash of light—Gone!
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Left alone, Su Xiaobai held the sword with trembling hands.
