"The way the young lady just made her moves was truly too beautiful, too ethereal, simply dazzling."
She knew that the young lady's martial arts must be extremely formidable.
Duobao stood still, his pupils reflecting astonishment followed by an indescribable sense of shame.
He was well aware that when he left last year, Xie Zhinuan had not known martial arts. In just a few months, with just a few months' time, she had subdued him with three moves. This was even while she was holding back—if she had had the intent to kill, would he not have died without even making a move?
He looked towards Xie Zhinuan's retreating figure, her pale blue elegant dress billowing in the wind, revealing a pair of snow-white embroidered shoes.
"..."
His face flushed red, and tears gleamed in his eyes.
