When Qin Yi caught Liusu's hand, the trial had actually already ended.
At such close quarters, if they truly wanted to determine victory or defeat, they would have to clash with their energies, and that might result in injury.
A trial was not meant to truly decide a winner or leave anyone wounded. Once the point had been made, that was enough. At its root, it was meant to help Qin Yi better adapt to confronting the Great Clear. After more practice, even He Dao, who had just emerged from seclusion, might not be as accustomed as he was to what the Great Clear truly meant...
The two of them tacitly withdrew their cultivation.
Liusu had wanted to jab him with her elbow and praise him: "Not bad, young man." He truly was not bad. Not just anyone could catch her wrist in such a short time...
Though that did not determine victory or defeat. If she truly erupted, she could still smash Qin Yi's dog head to pieces...
But Qin Yi was merely at the Formless realm. What glory was there in being able to smash him?
He truly was remarkable. That instinct and adaptability in battle were rarely seen.
Before the praise could leave her lips, that familiar aura had already enveloped her. Liusu's elbow went soft as cotton against his chest, and she curled up in his embrace. A familiar voice came by her ear. "Catch you once, reward you once? That way, I'll have the spirit to keep training afterward."
Liusu was both annoyed and amused, yet she had no desire to struggle. She obediently let him hold her and muttered, "With you like this, what trial can you even have... We fought, what, two exchanges altogether?"
"It was fine. At least half the purpose of