The mural carried a kind of soul-stirring magic power.
Yin Tingxue froze for a moment, then a flash of blade light streaked across.
The entire mural of celestial maidens scattering flowers was ruthlessly split apart by the Brocade Spring Blade, leaving hideous cracks.
The deafening sound made Yin Tingxue cry out, "Ah!"
"What are you doing?"
Chen Yi's blade had completed its stroke, leaving the mural utterly ruined. He felt his Heart Lake return to tranquility, and Yin Tingxue snapped out of her daze.
"What am I doing? Didn't you see it yourself?"
Chen Yi shook his blade, scattering sand and debris with a faint rustling noise.
Yin Tingxue felt somewhat dumbfounded but dared not scold him. She only muttered softly:
"It's just so sudden, and…"
"And you're a Buddhist, so you disapprove of my blasphemy against the Bodhisattvas?" Chen Yi asked casually.
He saw Yin Tingxue pause for a moment, then his mocking laughter spilled out. It seemed his guess was right.
