"Uh...it's my fault." An Jing felt at a loss for words and could only apologize, to which Bai Qinghan responded with a quiet 'mm'.
Indeed, Bai Qinghan was not foolish—quite the opposite; she was exceptionally intelligent and could even be said to be the most talented of the 108, aside from An Jing. Why would she reveal those secrets?
She wouldn't have said a word if it hadn't been to An Jing, who also understood the true nature of the Demon Sect.
The reason Bai Qinghan had thanked An Jing earlier was because she sensed a sense of ease in his actions and mindset.
—He was confident enough to restrain me without causing harm.
—Combat doesn't have to involve killing.
After being soundly knocked down by three firm punches from An Jing, Bai Qinghan felt an unprecedented relief—her previous instinct to strike hard stemmed from fear.
She feared that if she didn't kill others, she would be killed herself.
This chilling thought made it impossible for Bai Qinghan to control herself.
