"You've lost, now you should tell me who you are."
Ye Xuan sheathed his sword, then descended in front of Xue Qianling, locking eyes with her as he awaited her answer.
"Who I am—can't you guess at all?"
Xue Qianling shook her head with a smile, yet still didn't disclose it plainly.
"How could I not guess at all? It's just that your change is so drastic that it made me deny my initial thoughts."
A gentle look appeared in Ye Xuan's eyes; now, he was almost certain of the other's identity.
Retrieving a pale green pill from the Qiankun Ring, Ye Xuan handed it to Xue Qianling. "Take this. You must've sustained some internal injury from failing to catch that last sword strike."
"If you couldn't recognize me, that would be what really wounded me."
Xue Qianling accepted the pill, then removed her veil, and suddenly, the beautiful, long-missed face that appeared before Ye Xuan's eyes was one that often crossed his mind, leaving a deep impression.
