Though the cultivation cave had been opened in haste, the furnishings inside were still rather elegant.
Lin Xuan and Yue'er sat cross-legged, wisps of spiritual power releasing from the surface of their bodies.
Their battle with White Tiger had risen and fallen like a startled hare and a swooping falcon; it seemed not to have taken much time or effort, yet the essence, energy, and spirit the two of them had expended was no small matter.
At this moment, of course they had to meditate properly and restore their strength to its peak state as quickly as possible.
Though Lin Xuan had miraculous pills and elixirs on him that he could swallow, that was a helpless choice to be made only in battle. Meditating and resting to recover magic power and vital energy was the proper path. Naturally, Lin Xuan and Yue'er would not fail to understand such a simple principle.
There was nothing much to describe. Both of them were thoroughly familiar with the process.
In the blink of an eye, several days passed, and the two of them almost simultaneously opened their eyes slowly.
They smiled at each other, carrying a warmth and sweetness all their own.
"Yue'er."
"Young Master!"
"You speak first."
The two of them opened their mouths at the same time, not off by the slightest bit, slowly savoring the feeling of hearts linked as one.
"All right!"
Lin Xuan was not coy or affected either. In front of Yue'er, there had never been any need to hide anything; he could just ask whatever came to mind.
"Yue'er, that strike you used to kill White Tiger in one sword—what kind of move was it, exactly?"
Lin Xuan's voice carried surprise. That sword had truly shaken him beyond compare.
If he had changed places with White