Bamboo trees swayed lightly in the wind. Inside the fog, they became black silhouettes against a blanket of white, as if it was heaven in the human world.
Lu Mingshu had a good rest. She opened her eyes to see Yan Wugui standing not far away, sitting on a stone polishing his knives.
This made him seem both slender and buff.
Lu Mingshu stared at him silently for a while. ~If I did not see it myself, who would have thought that both he and Xie Lianzhen would be the same?~
Yan Wugui turned around to see her staring at him and snickered. "Dumbfounded by how handsome I am?"
".....Are you okay now?" Lu Mingshu asked.
"Better than okay." He flung the knife away, and "swoosh," it landed back into its sheath.
"Why did you choose to master knives?" Lu Mingshu suddenly asked. "The seventh truth platform's technique is stronger, isn't it?"
