Sitting in her room.
Yu Yunwei looked at her still-swollen little hand and remembered how Xiao Mo had struck it with his scabbard not long ago.
A flicker of hatred crossed her eyes.
She had never been hit before, not once in her entire life.
And yet he had dared to hit me!
"Yun Wei, since Xue Kui won't teach you, from now on, I'll be the one to discipline you."
Remembering once more what Xiao Mo had said to her, Yu Yunwei ground her teeth in hatred.
He said he'd discipline me!
What right did he have to say that?
What gave him the right to discipline me!
Yu Yunwei raised her head and looked out the window at Xiao Mo, still practicing his blade. Her heart brimmed with resentment. "You bastard! Just you wait!"
That night.
After finishing his practice of the Blood Demon Blade Art, Xiao Mo planned to take a medicinal bath and temper his body.
After all, the Blood Demon Blade Art required not only a strong mind, but also a physique comparable to that of a martial cultivator, so it could withstand the Blood energy.
Otherwise, if his physique couldn't keep up as he advanced in his cultivation, he might very well explode and die.
So every once in a while, Xiao Mo tempered his body with a specially prepared medicinal formula.
Just as Xiao Mo tossed the medicinal herbs he'd bought that day into the tub, filled it with water, and was about to get in and temper his body, Yu Yunwei walked out of her room.
Beneath the moonlight, Yu Yunwei kneaded her hands together, her expression tinged with guilt and embarrassment.
Yu Yunwei came to stand in front of Xiao Mo without saying a word, her head bowed.
"What is it?"