"I lost!"
The speaker was Tang Qingyang.
His iron sword, following the words, snapped with a "crack".
Li Chen looked at the broken iron sword in two halves, then looked at his own Dragon Abyss, and said, "Let's call it a draw. I have Dragon Abyss; it can slice through iron like mud. This is unfair to you!"
Tang Qingyang calmly smiled and said, "A loss is a loss, and a win is a win. What's fair or not fair?"
Li Chen was silent; what Tang Qingyang said was true, this world is inherently not fair.
He stood there for a while longer, then pointed to a solitary grave and asked, "May I go see Auntie?"
Tang Qingyang nodded and said, "Go ahead. Your mother once saved Lian'er's life. In life, they were as close as sisters. They used to joke that if they had children, they would have you two marry into each other's families!"
"Unfortunately, we will never reach that day!"
At the last sentence, his bright eyes suddenly filled with sorrow.
