The following morning, at dawn.
Yan Yu, who had ascended to the Hua Mansion Stage in a manner both domineering and unparalleled in speed, slowly awakened from his serene slumber. With a sharp glint in his eyes and an incomparable presence befitting a peerless expert, he startled the birds flying overhead.
Hmm? Who's holding my hand?
Turning his head, he saw it was the pitifully weak, contemptibly lowly, and utterly inferior Sword Immortal, Xiao Ning.
This woman had a rather unpleasant sleeping habit of unconsciously clutching onto something—usually a blanket, but if she slept next to Yan Yu, she would reach out for his hand instead.
Yan Yu disdainfully pried off her fingers one by one. Trash, you think you're worthy of holding my hand?
A nobody not even at the Hua Mansion Stage!
Having left the villa area, Yan Yu arrived at a deserted part of the Mysterious Realm to stretch and begin his adaptive training.
