After all, as an outsider, it was truly inappropriate to discuss the affairs of one's elders openly in Qingfeng Edge, so everyone halted their speech. At that moment, the morning training had already ended, and one could see white-clad young ladies with swords everywhere, all brimming with an exceptional, spirited aura. Wang Anfeng suddenly understood.
Why his friends from Fufeng Academy were so persistently eager to come to this Qingfeng Edge.
Subconsciously, he turned to glance at Xue Qinshuang, only to see the young lady's eyes slightly widened, her brown pupils gleaming, seemingly filled with combat will.
Miss Xue was indeed still as ever.
The young man felt somewhat powerless for reasons unknown to him.
