Ye Jiuge was speechless. She looked at Zi Shang's flawless arm and asked, "Do you want to perform another stunt? Perhaps crush a boulder on your chest?!"
"On your chest, perhaps! Now, do you want to learn or not?" Zi Shang twirled the dagger round, turning the sharp edge toward Ye Jiuge. His words were tinged with a hint of threat.
"I do!" Ye Jiuge withered instantly.
She knew her weakness—without the protection of Spiritual Power, she would die if stabbed. It would be safer if she trained to make her skin tougher.
"Smart choice." Zi Shang stowed the dagger, silently breathing a sigh of relief. He was afraid that Ye Jiuge would resist learning the move to the end.
"We will talk about learning this skill another day. Let's get out of here before the others start to worry. Hold on, what happened to the Blood Lotus Flower?" Ye Jiuge looked at the empty pond.
