The winter wind blew, the snow shimmered with warm light, and Sword Peak seemed covered with thousands of gleaming shards, dazzling in all directions.
Just as everyone was still immersed in the brief glimpse of Xu Yuan's visage, which had outshone the Sword Peak's first snow countless times, the Yun whose name Xu Yuan didn't even know suddenly bit her lip, stamped her foot in frustration, and, feeling utterly embarrassed, abruptly flew away on her sword.
"I hope you'll keep your promise and visit my house tomorrow,"
Xu Yuan deliberately shouted in a voice loud enough for everyone to hear.
By doing this, he didn't need to worry about whether she would keep the promise.
Yun had already lost face once, and if she lost face again, her reputation would plummet to rock bottom.
"Are you trying to humiliate her on purpose?"
Liu Ruoxue came to his side, with a slight frown on her brows, and asked him through a voice transmission.
