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The two men faced each other from a distance, neither making the first move. Those who were about to fight to the death appeared remarkably calm.

Ye gazed at the Cloud-Piercing Moon-Locking Flute in his palm, his eyes sparkling like the stars on the flute: "Young Master Snow, do you have something to say?"

Feng Xuese nodded slightly, but only repeated the same question: "And who are you?"

Ye knew exactly what he was asking, but she just smiled and said, "My identity and background are not important. What is important is—I've always wanted to know, if only one of us could exist, who would it be?"

Feng Xuese gave a faint "Oh," and said, "Go ahead and make your move."

Ye paused for a moment, then suddenly said, "Your eyes are blind, I don't want to take advantage of you."

Feng Xuese raised his eyebrows slightly, a faint sarcasm appearing on his face: "Then, should I thank you for your concession?"

Ye said, "I know you are disdainful of my serious injuries to Xiye Yan and Yan Shenhan, but on the battlefield, any means are justified as long as the enemy can be killed. Besides, I spared their lives, which can be considered as showing mercy."

He showed absolutely no shame or unease when it came to such a despicable act as attacking from behind.

Feng Xuese sighed, "Your viewpoint is very similar to that of a friend of mine."

"friend?"

“A little girl.” Feng Xuese paused, then smiled. “A shameless little girl. She knows perfectly well that things like ambushing someone, putting someone in a sack, and stabbing someone in the back are shameless, but she does them with more self-righteousness than anyone else.”

"Oh? Is it the girl from the legends who traveled with Young Master Feng before?"

"You seem to know quite a lot."

Ye said calmly, "If I want to kill you, of course I need to know myself and my enemy. Besides, this matter has spread throughout the martial arts world, so it's not exactly a secret."

He asked with some curiosity, "Just now you and Miss Beikonggu seemed to be very much in love, but now you're showing such deep affection for that shameless little girl. Which one do you like?"

Feng Xuese felt a slight tremor in her heart. Did I speak of Zhu Huihui with deep affection?

At this critical moment, there was no time for distraction. Feng Xue remained calm and composed, saying, "Miss Mu is from a distinguished family. How can you speak such nonsense and tarnish her reputation!"

Ye suddenly sneered: "Don't you care about your reputation, you shameless little girl?"

Feng Xue raised an eyebrow and asked, "Are you here to kill me, or to talk?"

Ye flicked her finger on the flute and said with a wry smile, "Suddenly I don't want to kill you like this anymore, what should I do?"

Feng Xuese frowned. This person had severely injured Xi Yeyan and Yan Shenhan with extremely cruel methods, yet now he was being so indecisive. She wondered what he was up to.

He sighed deeply: "But you hurt my brother, I must kill you."

Maple Snow Color slowly drew his sword. The long, narrow blade of "Snow Color" shone with a light like snow, and under the fierce sword energy, the daylilies beneath his feet were swept away as if by wind and rain.

Night's pupils suddenly contracted, and the dark, tight-fitting clothes fluttered like rolling dark clouds.

With a flash of sword light, Maple Snow Color was already in front of Night, the blade slashing diagonally upwards.

Night twisted her waist slightly, and the flute in her hand swept across.

With a clang, the sword and flute clashed, and the two men parted ways.

His snow-white eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he thrust out his sword again with a backhand motion.

Night's gaze grew serious as he gripped his flute and met the approaching figure.

With a series of clanging sounds, the two passed each other again, having exchanged seven moves in an instant.

Feng Xuese pursed her lips and said, "Okay!"

Ye let out a long sigh: "If the poison that Poison Hand Demoness gave you wasn't indirectly given to you by me, I'd really have to wonder if you're blind!"

Feng Xue's face suddenly darkened: "What do you mean by that?"

Ye looked at him with interest and said, "Take a guess."

Maple Snow remained silent, her thoughts drifting back to the day she was ambushed and blinded—

A thick fog, a poisonous array fraught with danger, an infant dying tragically from being bitten by venomous insects, that cunning and ruthless woman, and Mo Xinxue, who calls herself the wife of the Thirteen Wolves Who Pick Flowers with Thousand Hands...

“My junior sister is the youngest disciple Master took in during his later years. She has always been spoiled and willful. This time, she actually spent a fortune to hire people from all over the world to deal with you. It really baffles me, her senior sister. Could it be that you took advantage of her and then abandoned her, making her hate you so much that she…”

The words of the Poisonous Hand Demoness still echoed in her ears, and in an instant, Feng Xuese understood everything.

He said slowly, "So, you are Mo Xinxue's lover."

There was no such thing as starting a relationship and then abandoning the woman. Mo Xinxue's claim that she was the wife of Thousand-Handed Flower-Picking Thirteen Wolves and that she hired assassins to avenge her husband was just a pretext. The real reason was for her lover—this mysterious night.

Ye sighed softly: "Mo Xinxue was a very obedient woman. I feel it's a pity that I had to kill her. It's just that you pushed her too hard."

Feng Xuese wasn't surprised at all: "So you really did silence Mo Xinxue. In that case, she admitted to killing the nun at Luomei Nunnery to take the blame for you, right?"

Ye laughed: "I knew I couldn't hide it from you. Mo Xinxue's skills are really lacking!"

Maple Snow's figure suddenly bent backward, his upper body parallel to the ground, and two gusts of wind swept past his throat.

"It really was you!" He slowly straightened up. If he hadn't dodged those two gusts of wind, his throat would probably have been crushed like the nuns at Luomei Nunnery.

"You went to great lengths, using Demon Heart Snow to send so many people to their deaths. Your purpose wasn't just to kill me, was it?"

Ye said, "That was a gift for you. Since you so-called heroes like to meddle in other people's business, then meddle a little more."

"Mind your own business?" Feng Xue raised an eyebrow: "What do you mean by that?"

Night's gaze grew increasingly somber: "My name is Kazama Yoru."