Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return

Chapter 1118: Chapter 1118: So This Is Han Yan’s Previous Life?

This battle, no one knows how long it has lasted, as if it has spanned a century.

Finally, a loud bang rings in the ears, as if the heavens and earth are shattering at this moment.

The two figures finally separate.

Xingtian Girl stands in mid-air, her face pale, her silhouette appearing so desolate, so lonely.

Her sword has already fallen a hundred meters away, deeply embedded in the ground, with only the elegant hilt exposed, giving a sense of the same loneliness.

While another longsword points at the vital spot of her Heart Meridian, needing only a gentle push to take her life, causing her soul to disperse.

Han Yan gazes blankly at this scene. Defeated, Xingtian Girl is defeated. The Xingtian Girl she believed to be above the Nine Heavens, invincible like a Divine, has actually been defeated!

Han Yan’s gaze shifts once more to the woman opposite.

The ribbon binding her hair has fallen away unnoticed, the breeze lightly blowing through her flowing hair, adding a few degrees of chill to that flawless face, along with an extra touch of elegance.

”Buzz!” A light buzz sounds in Han Yan’s mind, sending shivers across her scalp.

The face of the woman before her bears a seventy percent resemblance to her own. No, if she donned the same battle armor, let down her hair, and rid herself of the deliberately fabricated masculine demeanor, her appearance should actually have a ninety percent likeness to herself. If she were a few years older, with her temperament altered alongside her cultivation, even Han Yan herself might not discern who she is.

Gazing at that woman for a long while, Han Yan’s mind becomes a blur, feeling she is her, she is herself, as if they are inseparable.

...

”I lost...” Xingtian Girl’s bitter voice sounds in her ear after an indeterminable length of time.

”You lost, just a sword short,” a familiar voice rings out, Han Yan’s vision flashes. She is surprised to realize that the longsword which could claim Xingtian Girl’s life, consigning her to eternal doom, is in her own hand, and that voice is emanating from her own lips.

She has indeed integrated with this mysterious and powerful woman, only what she says is not what she wishes to say, but rather echoes from a voice of millions of years past.

”What’s the name of that sword stroke?” Xingtian Girl asks.

”Star Falling in Eight Desolates!”

”Star Falling in Eight Desolates... It seems you’ve overtaken me by a step forward.” Xingtian Girl gives a wry smile, saying, ”Kill me.”

”No need, you may leave.” The woman withdraws the longsword, smiling serenely as she speaks.

Han Yan feels incredibly strange, every word feels like she speaks herself but completely beyond her control, as if repeating someone else’s life.

”You’re not killing me?” Xingtian asks puzzledly.

”If I tell you that during the previous nine encounters I had chances to kill you but never acted, would you believe me?” the woman says.

Xingtian Girl gives her a deep glance, remaining silent for a long time.

”I understand now, you didn’t kill me, and next time, I will not kill you.” Xingtian Girl says.

Within her gaze, Han Yan clearly sees a mutual understanding and the rare rivalry, suddenly she comprehends why the woman had many chances to kill Xingtian Girl but never acted, perhaps because at a certain cultivation level, the peak feels coldly isolated.

Though life may pass by and a confidant is hard to find, an opponent with equal might is sometimes even rarer, maybe they are such indeed.