The passage connected to the underworld was closed, and the swamp on the sea gradually disappeared with the corpse of the underworld ghost, and the remaining blood stains were slowly washed away as the waves rolled up the shore.
The sea breeze blew slowly, quickly blowing away the faint smell of blood in the air. Under the night, the sky was a quiet black and blue.
"Thank you for everything this time." Tian Congyun turned around, bowed slightly towards Qing Shui, then raised his eyes and stared at her quietly.
"Your swordsmanship is very powerful, and this sword will definitely give birth to a very powerful sword spirit in the future. I hope you can stick to the spirit of the sword in the years to come."
Seeing that his voice and appearance were exactly the same as Kusanagi's, Qing Shui felt a trace of sadness in his heart. He put aside the complicated emotions and nodded towards him.
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