Ma Feima was staring at this strange pair. One of them was a blond Raksha.

He was tall and slender with well-defined features, but just looking at him didn’t seem to be anything special on the inside. His breathing lacked any basics or his martial arts seemed average[\s]

However, Ma Feima knew better. This person was different from how he looked; it wasn’t an easy opponent to deal with

When I used my swordsmanship to take a look, the true movements of his body were extremely unnatural.[\s]

It's like the inside of a strange eight-stringed sutra is empty.

And yet, the sanyo sanin in my hand has such force that it feels like I’m going to go berserk.

This Raksha had a very strange reaction when he stopped the carriage with his sword earlier, too.

He hadn’t moved his arms and legs, but he was completely unaffected by the overturned carriage—as if floating in midair.

Ma Feima couldn’t believe it.

Was the blond-haired man hiding that he was an extremely skilled user of Uchiko? Or perhaps a suspicious martial arts wielder. Though it had to be one or another, Ma Feima thought

And both of his eyes...

He has a very young face, but his eyes are so deep that they don't match him at all...

It looked at hell,[\s]It was a bittersweet taste,[\s]They were the eyes of someone who had overcome blood abyss.

I could hear whispers urging me to be careful in my horse-hitting brain.[\s]This Raksha is someone who can kill me.

[em italic]（Really? ...Is this man capable of doing it, or...）[/em]

A heavy pain and craving swirled in my chest.

Ma Feima closed his eyes.[\s]

Death.[\s]

Like flowers blooming in the night air, a stimulus known as death spread through her heart and quickly drowned out all cold.

[em italic]（Very well... Let's see what you can do!）[/em]

That’s what Ma Feima told himself.[\s]

The whisper accepted his words and suppressed the urge for now.

Then, she waited for her master's order as if unable to wait any longer.

[em italic]（This woman is...）[/em]

She was the reason why Ma Feima had laid a hand on her. It was a girl dressed in bluish-colored clothes. There's something familiar about her innocent eyes that still look like they belonged to someone else... Likewise, he recognized the sword she was holding. He’d only caught a glimpse of its hilt at first glance—but Ma Feima had confidence that it would never make any mistakes in his vision It is a sword of honor granted to seven disciples by Phoenix, and it serves as the foundation for Taixuana 「Ken'i」. And that wasn't all. When the carriage shook violently, she tried to get into position with her sword Joren; it was only for a moment—but Ma Feima could clearly tell who this girl had been studying under Ma Feima immediately realized that this girl must be Lingshuang’s pupil Even if it was something that Su Mei desperately tried to stop, Lingshuang didn't mind at all.

Ma Feima was suddenly happy.

From this half-assed Taixuan Sword Form, he could vaguely make out the elegant figure of a woman who had vanished twenty years ago

[em italic]A-All those years that have passed...[/em]

Those years were both nostalgic and heartbreaking to him.

Just then, the Raksha opened his mouth.

It was a very quiet voice, but it had been enough to ruin the faint emotion of Ma Feima

The Raksha spoke to the girl. …… Their eyes met. But one of them turned his gaze downward, and the other averted it.

The scarred man couldn’t help but smile broadly.[\s]

The scars of the sword on his face turned red, as if a flame were burning.

My curiosity grew stronger again, replaced by an uncontrollable urge.

I hear another whisper in my ear. 「This man is the one who can kill me.」

—That was the decision he preferred most.