Bian Ruxue looked up slightly.
What she saw before her was the warm and tender smile of a young man by the campfire.
However, she felt that, although the smile hadn't changed, she seemed to be a very long distance away from the young man.
But this feeling was fleeting, as if it were an illusion.
She thought of the sword.
The restless and unsettled part of her heart seemed to suddenly find a place to land.
She thought of the pinnacle of swordsmanship, that ultimate legendary sword technique.
In a soft voice, she said, "Brother Hao, you have more talent than I do, and you might even reach that place faster than me."
"That's not necessarily true."
Li Hao opened his hands slightly and said, "You see, I don't even have a sword."
"..."
Bian Ruxue was startled and then smirked bitterly.
Without a sword, one cannot be called a Swordsman.
But the exquisite sword move Li Hao executed in the fierce battle with Li Tian Gang was still unforgettable for her.
