Low-Tier Gongshi?
Bai Su?
Gongshu Wu's words seemed to drift from some distant horizon, ethereal and light, almost unreal. It took Bai Su a long while to come around from the earth-shaking good news, and even then, she remained dazed. Her eyes stayed wide open until they began to sting.
"Low-Tier Gongshi... Bai Su?" She had never imagined her name paired with those four words.
She had dreamed of it countless times.
She had thought she would be so overjoyed she'd lose control, but when her dream finally came true, she found herself unnaturally calm. So calm, it seemed only right.
Seeing this, Gongshu Wu felt a measure of admiration. A steadier disposition would keep her from losing her head when trouble came. Martial Gall Warriors needed especially strong hearts.
"Bai Su, it's time to head back."
But then—
"Commander Gongshu, I have one more request."
Bai Su remained composed as she drew both swords with a sharp swish.
Seeing the obvious challenge, Gongshu Wu raised his brows and asked, "Bai Su, do you know what you're doing?"
A Low-Tier Gongshi was still only a Low-Tier Gongshi.
She had only just taken her first step, and already she was challenging him?
Bai Su replied, "I do."
She knew she was an egg striking a rock, biting off more than she could chew. But she still wanted to see with her own eyes just how high the mountain before her rose, and how much she would have to give to climb it! Seeing the battle intent surging in her eyes, Gongshu Wu didn't refuse.
It wouldn't take much time, anyway.
As Gongshu Wu had expected, it didn't take long.
One move to subdue her, and both swords snapped.
"Remember to report for roll call at camp in half an hour."
Gongshu