Beneath a sky glittering with stars, Wang Xian had, for once, gone a whole night without dreaming.
Or perhaps he could sleep peacefully now that he had returned to the desert.
What Wuyue hadn't expected was that Wang Xian had spent just one night sleeping in the grave he'd dug himself, without taking any kind of miraculous pill.
Yet when he awoke in the morning, the sword wounds covering his body, including the scars on his hands and face, had quietly vanished.
If not for his ragged clothes, he would have been the very picture of the dashing young man the four girls couldn't stop thinking about.
Even so, she didn't let much show on her face.
Instead, she reminded him, "Today, you'll have to sweat even more. Are you ready?"
Wang Xian climbed out of the sand pit, stretched, and slowly drew his spirit sword. He nodded to show he was ready.
Wuyue released her entire aura. In an instant, rolling yellow sand surged toward him, laced with wisps of Sword Qi.
Wang Xian's soul quivered. With a roar, he immediately swung his sword to resist.
This time, Wuyue didn't play any tricks with him, nor did she rush to unleash that single sword strike in the wind. She simply let him experience its overwhelming presence.
It took Wang Xian half an hour to calm down.
Wuyue smiled faintly and asked, "Are you all right?"
"I'm fine!" Wang Xian shook his head. "Compared to that demon, this is nothing. Come on, I'm ready."
Wuyue frowned and looked up at the sky. "Do you think you're already very powerful?"
Thinking the sword strike would come from above, Wang Xian followed her gaze and looked up.
Wuyue promptly smacked him on the head, knocking him to the ground.
Wang Xian scratched