Fingertips pressed against Chen Yi's forehead, Chen Yi remained motionless.
"Why didn't you dodge?" Zhou Yitang asked.
Chen Yi looked at her oddly and replied:
"I didn't react in time."
"..."
The one-armed woman fell silent and withdrew her fingertip.
Chen Yi chuckled and reached out, intending to pull her into an embrace. But before his fingers got close, he was repelled.
Awkwardly, he retracted his hand and said softly:
"Actually, there was no need for you to come and say these things to me. If you still intend to sever my Three Corpses, you can just hide it in your heart. If you don't say it out loud and strike secretly, how would I be able to guard against it? Your swordsmanship is so accomplished."
The Yin Sword Mountain swordsman said coldly:
"My sword is obsolete!"
Chen Yi was momentarily speechless. After a pause, he sighed:
"Indeed, not as good as the Broken Swordsman."
