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　　TL: Zhao

　　Editing: Krisaia

　　Fang Shui'er picked up Shao Xiao and laid down right next to Chen Quan. Her glance went from their two unconscious bodies to the tsunami generated by Li Yiming's blow.

　　'Li Yiming…' Fang Shui'er's display of friends.h.i.+p was genuine on the Pandaria, and she would have given up avenging her sister if Bing Shuai had not found her. She had not antic.i.p.ated that even with the help of a sage, her endeavor would utterly fail.

　　"What should I do with you?" A voice that let through some frustration was heard.

　　'It's over? Already?' Fang Shui'er turned around, finding Li Yiming sitting on top of his giant staff, playing around with his own long hair.

　　"Whatever you wish." Li Yiming's quick return made the results of the battle clear. She would be lucky to get away with a quick death. If it really were Li Yiming she was facing, she could see hope in convincing him to spare her life, but she knew from the eyes of the person standing in front of her that this was not the case.

　　"Well, that's a hard one…" Li Yiming continued playing with his hair. "People who betray me are truly despicable… So death will be your punishment."

　　"As you desire." Fang Shui'er shrugged her shoulders. The only consolation she could have was that it would at least be an honor to perish struck down by the legendary staff.

　　"But I don't kill women…" Li Yiming became pensive.

　　"What do you want me to do?" Fang Shui'er's heart raced, knowing that she might have a chance at life.

　　"Do you know how to cut hair? It's strange to have such long hair." Li Yiming landed and sat down on the ground. His staff had s.h.i.+fted into a pair of delicate-looking scissors and flew into Fang Shui'er hand.

　　"I'll do my best…" Fang Shui'er did not know what Li Yiming was up to, but holding the pair of scissors that was once the renowned staff made her hands tremble, and she almost even threw them away.

　　As Li Yiming's hair fell, one thread after another, Li Yiming played around the bits and pieces of it and then raised his left hand.

　　"Sign this…" Li Yiming said.

　　"This…" Fang Shui'er examined the piece of paper — it was a contract for selling her soul.

　　"What about Li Yiming?" Fang Shui'er hesitated.

　　"I'm just borrowing his body."

　　"Who am I signing this with? You or him?"

　　"It doesn't matter…" Li Yiming said as his hair fell piece by piece.

　　* * *

　　In the otherwise rowdy small restaurant at the edge of the village, a dead silence reigned. Yu Yiyuan pushed open the wooden door slowly and picked up a piece of steamed cake from the front counter. He took a whiff before finally taking a bite.