He was furious:

"Two thousand years ago, you took away the spiritual essence of my Beishan lineage, which made it difficult for my Beishan demon clan to have a good death for generations. Shouldn't you give me an explanation for this matter?"

"explain?"

"Oh."

A sneer, an inch of sword light, a human head, everything was silent.

"Gulu."

Zhao Zijing's head slowly rolled to the stone door.

He opened his eyes, and not far away was the kendo inheritance he dreamed of, but he might never have the chance to go in again, and died worthless, with regret on the spot.

"No explanation."

"No need to explain."
Chapter completed!