Motan shook his head faintly, chuckling softly, "You two seem to get along well."
"Though I don't intend to deny that," Ji Xiaodao twirled the strands of silver hair on his shoulder, his eyes sparkling like rubies under the firelight as he curiously looked towards the stone chair. "But how exactly did you conclude that 'we get along well'?"
"It's just a reckless intuition," Motan answered absentmindedly, then, after falling silent for a while, continued: "How powerful is she now?"
Ji Xiaodao touched the knife, "Quiet Return", at his waist, shrugged, and said: "If we're in a complex and open environment, I can't beat her if I only use one sword. With two, she can last about ten minutes. With the addition of the shadow weaving, it's five minutes. With all efforts, three minutes."
"That's enough." Mo nodded slightly, then asked, "So, how much have you progressed? Compared to the time we were in Banther City with that Cordova?"
