After Liu Ruoxue left, it was only then that a faint, barely perceptible smile appeared on Xu Yuan's lips.
"When it comes to effectiveness, blood is indeed the best."
Liu Ruoxue's attitude toward him had undergone an obvious shift, her response seemingly the same as before, merely a cold snort.
However, the mere fact that she asked that question in the first place already represented a change in attitude.
...
When Liu Ruoxue returned to her dwelling, she intended to cultivate in stillness.
But for some reason, this time, as she sat cross-legged on the bed, she just couldn't settle her mind.
After gazing at the bright moon by her window for a long while, recalling the dream-like, strange sensation she experienced, she finally made up her mind.
With a delicate hand, she slowly removed her Sword Robe, revealing skin as white and flawless as mutton-fat jade, which under the moon's glow, was as bright as snow.
However, thereafter Liu Ruoxue started to feel perplexed.
