In a secluded valley somewhere on Crane Mountain.
By the light of the setting sun, Li Yun waved his hand and set down the eighteen shelves he had taken from the Extinct Blade Sect's Martial Armory, along with nearly two thousand books on the Martial Dao.
Xiuhe stared at the sight, dumbstruck.
It took her a long while to recover. She rubbed her eyes hard, convinced she had seen it wrong.
"You... you even have one of those legendary storage treasures?"
Xiuhe asked in shock, then hurried over to inspect the books on the shelves.
Though every book was still sealed in wax, she could clearly see their titles.
Li Yun did not stop her from peeling away the wax seals.
She opened seven or eight in a row. The more she read, the more astonished—and excited—she became.
"They're real..."
"They're all real! These are the Cultivation Techniques and Martial Arts left behind by the Extinct Blade Sect!"
"There are even Cultivation Techniques for the Spirit Transformation Realm..."
Li Yun watched her excitement in silence, smiling without a word.
Only after she had calmed down did he walk over and casually pull her into his arms again.
"Well?"
"Being my maid isn't such a bad deal, is it?"
"I..."
Xiuhe suddenly had no idea what to say. She felt inexplicably nervous.
Li Yun's handsome face was so close, his eyes deep and bright, as though they could pierce straight into her heart. It left her even more uneasy.
Her palms were sweating.
She had never felt anything like this in her life.
Inwardly, she scolded herself over and over.
Xiuhe, Xiuhe, get a grip. What are you panicking for? You're only becoming a maid. It's not as if you've never been one before. Calm down, calm down...
Again and again.