"A'Xu, it's time." The casualness with which Xinzi uttered these words sapped what little confidence Chun Xu had left—confidence she used to keep up this semblance of composure. One would be hard pressed to find a situation where the Sword Fairy struggled between hesitation and helplessness. Alas, this clearly was one such time. On the one hand, Chun Xu wished to set all the White Immortal sect and Dong-Zi clan plots aside to focus on Xinzi. Yet, on the other hand, she had to consider the consequences of defiance. Few could challenge Zi Yao's desires and avoid disasters.
While Chun Xu surrendered to doubt, Xinzi's smile stayed unchanged. As if the emotional mask that the Sword Fairy set up couldn't hide anything from his eagle eyes, the monk seemed to read through his partner like an open book—taking in all of her fears with a disturbing amusement.
