Sword Servant, Qi Wansu

Jun Ziyi saw the infatuation and intoxication on Qi Wansu's face and vaguely realized that the latter's feelings for the Night Feather Sword Master were far from as simple as those between an ordinary master and servant.

Qi Wansu steadied herself and continued, "Because of his cold dismissal, I had no face to linger any longer. I forced myself to endure my injuries, resisted the poisonous miasma beneath the ridge, and headed out."

"But I never expected to see Sun Huan and his group searching the mountain outside the ridge."

"In my panic, I could only swallow my pride and hurry back."

"And it was precisely by returning that I understood his earlier dismissal had been entirely because he did not wish to drag me into this."

Jun Ziyi's heart tightened. "What happened to him?"

Qi Wansu said painfully, "His earlier harshness and coldness were entirely because he felt he could no longer suppress his injuries. Qi Deviation threatened him at every moment, so he deliberately put on that manner."

"At the same time, I realized that when he held me so tightly before, he was not taking advantage of me. He was using the cold aura released by the thirty-six Cold Bone Nails in my body to suppress the chaotic, violent Fire Essence Qi within him."

Jun Ziyi suddenly understood and exclaimed, "My brother mentioned this before. So that was why the Night Feather Sword Master later exhausted all his Fire Essence Qi to suppress the Cold Bone Nails in your body. You two were helping each other."

"Not entirely," Qi Wansu admitted. "Since he had already sworn not to harbor wicked thoughts or selfish desires, and since he had saved me as well, I let go of our past grievances and climbed back into his embrace, allowing him