It was all over.

　　Xuan Hong pulled out the sword and stared blankly at me.

　　"Master, is he dead?" After I nodded, he finally couldn't control himself and ran over, hugging me tightly.

　　"Master, Master! Thank you." The scorching tears, clean and pure, also warmed my heart.

　　But something suddenly fell out of my pocket.

　　I glanced at it, and it was a wooden box.

　　I vaguely remembered that this seemed to be something Da Xīhéng gave me before his battle with Xuan Hong.

　　I casually opened it.

　　Inside, layers of silk cushions wrapped around, as if protecting some precious treasure.

　　In the middle, there was my golden pill.