Baili An's voice grew louder, his expression agitated: "Or is it true as the rumors say, that you befriended my mother to make up for the Sixth Sword!"
Baili An clearly felt the foot on his arm stiffen harshly.
It wasn't clear what past Baili Yu was recalling, but a trace of complexity flashed across his aloof, handsome face.
The hostility on Baili Yu hadn't faded. Baili An slowly closed his eyes, ready to endure a more painful lesson, when the severe pain of his broken arm suddenly eased.
Baili Yu released his foot.
By the time Baili An turned his gaze, Baili Yu had already turned away.
His tall, straight figure stood before the void's crevice, the Spirit Sword Ascending Dragon hanging at his waist, his black and red sect robe settling calmly in the wind.
Because Baili Yu faced away from Baili An, he couldn't see what expression was on his father's face.
At the moment he was about to step into the void's crevice and leave, a floating voice drifted with the wind:
