What exactly was the "fear" in the Sword that Cuts Through Fear?
Regarding this question, Liang Bing had wanted to get an answer from Karl, but that guy kept dodging the issue. He talked around it thirteen times along the way without ever getting to the point.
Although Liang Bing was furious about this, it further confirmed her suspicion: the great gods other than herself had to be conducting some major research.
What were women like cats like?
They were mysterious and adorable, usually quiet and tranquil, yet extremely perceptive.
They were a little lazy, unconventional, and carefree. Most importantly, they were incredibly curious!
Liang Bing was exactly that kind of woman. The more others refused to let her know something, the more she wanted to know.
But now that that sissy Karl was avoiding the subject, where was she supposed to find her next breakthrough?
Thinking of this gave Liang Bing a headache.
She fiercely curled herself into the sofa, then angrily yanked over the cushion Ai Xi had been using behind her back. Hugging it to her chest, she bit her finger and continued thinking of a solution.
"Ah—! What are you doing, Liang Bing?!"
Ai Xi had been happily eating ice cream and had never expected Liang Bing to suddenly pull this. Her back cushion was yanked away, and inertia sent her leaning backward, causing the ice cream in her hand to land on her chest with a plop.
Since she was wearing a nightgown before bed, the moment the cold cream trickled down her cleavage and into her clothes, Ai Xi instantly bristled from the stimulation.
"I just took a bath, and look what you've done to me. What are you trying to pull, you brat?" she complained as she wiped the cream from her chest,