"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
Shame covered Zhuo Xi's face as she staggered backward.
"I only cared about how fast my sword was, only thought about my own feelings. I never considered what was happening behind me. I'm sorry..."
"..."
Behind Sen Liu, Shi Yan was momentarily at a loss for words.
Looking at her back, he felt he knew far too little about this woman who stood nearly two meters tall.
She had delivered one argument after another, moving even him a little.
"Enough."
Shi Yan spoke helplessly, then pushed Sen Liu aside and picked up Zhuo Xi's sword.
"You're a swordswoman. I'll let it slide this once, but don't lose it again."
He took Zhuo Xi's hand and pressed the sword into it.
"What are you crying for? Whenever you want to see him, I'll change back for you."
"You, you..."
Zhuo Xi's beautiful eyes slowly widened, then a blush spread across her lovely face.
Did Shi Yan mean... the bond between them hadn't been severed?
In other words...
"No, you don't need to change. You are him. I'll just accept that."
She spoke with her head lowered, not daring to look at Shi Yan, then scooped up Shang Faqiong and fled as fast as she could.
Only after she disappeared from sight did a shy, almost timid voice drift back:
"I'll come find you again to spar and practice our swordsmanship."
"Uh..."
Shi Yan rubbed his chin, unsure how to respond.
Qi Ziyue used to handle this sort of thing. Now it was Meng Xuan's turn...
"The Secret Realm is about to open. Aren't you leaving?"
Shi Yan turned to Sen Liu, who was wiping away her tears.
But the very next second, his expression suddenly changed.
Sen Liu was actually losing her color!
Her color was truly