The return of the fog in the sky

Yu Hang knew he had lost his temper, and that he had no right to respond that way. Prince Qi Ying looked at him with even more contempt and said: "Do you think a blade like yours could scratch me? Watch your back, because I won't accept it again if a eunuch like you dares to address me while pointing such a miserable and poor weapon at me." Yu Hang looked up at the sky, took the blade, and performed the Dance of a Thousand Crimson Petals, which grazed the prince, leaving a scratch on his arm. "The value of a blade doesn't change no matter how silver it shines: it remains only sharp iron, in the hands of someone who thinks less than its handle." The prince was struck again. In that moment, Yu Hang realized he could no longer turn back. The blow was so powerful that Prince Qi Ying was pushed all the way to the gates of the imperial palace. With a glance, he admitted his shock, but didn't retreat — he struck back. "Jade Dragon, tighten around him until you destroy him, like a fate already written!" A green flash appeared in Qi Ying's hand, growing brighter and brighter. In the other, his blade trembled as it approached, like death advancing toward the sinner, and it hurled toward Yu Hang. A vortex wrapped around him, like the union of wind and leaves on an autumn afternoon. Yu Hang didn't have time to dodge. The prince said: "The honor of a man like you, who has nothing, is like a flower without petals: a useless bud, to be thrown away and forgotten." Yu Hang got up and replied: "When you reach the bottom, all that's left is to climb up… or drag down the one who threw you there." He decided to end it. He began drawing a circle in the air with his index finger: the vortex was broken by his blade, now seemingly weak. "I no longer fear you, my prince." In the background, the sound of crimson petals preparing to strike Qi Ying. They hit him, but couldn't wound him seriously. The two ended up on their knees, facing each other, both stained with blood, their swords torn. With one last effort, Yu Hang moved toward the prince — but collapsed right next to him. Around them, the crimson petals fell to the ground one after another, like drops of blood on a concubine's white sheet. Fate had chosen its path…