"Young Master, thank you for your generous help."
The twin sisters rose from the ground, their beautiful eyes fixed on Shi Xiaole, somewhat stunned.
Hard to believe that a mere practitioner of the First Tier of the Spiritual-Passage Realm possessed such astonishingly rare swordsmanship. Was this a swordsman who only appeared in dreams?
The other party had a breathtakingly handsome face. When those deep, dark eyes, akin to oceanic jewels, looked at you, they seemed to draw in your very soul.
"It's fate that we met, I could not bear to see you die without helping."
Shi Xiaole chuckled, "I see that both of you are injured. How about resting at my place first before leaving?"
The two women exchanged a glance, and the sister in pink hurriedly said, "We're truly imposing on you, Young Master."
