Xiang Yuan grabbed hold of two radishes and pulled them out, tugging and dragging, only to discover in surprise that their vines were linked, tangled beyond separating—there was another one buried beneath Ziping.
Qin Zhaorong.
Pull out a radish and bring up the mud with it—buy one, get one free.
The two Spirit Transformation female cultivators did not possess Xiang Yuan's sturdy physique. Plummeting from such heights at breakneck speed, they had relied entirely on the protective treasures they wore to avoid being smashed to pieces.
The difference was that Qin Zhaorong had relied on her white palace gown for protection, while Ziping had relied on her junior sister's palace gown—and her junior sister's front-mounted airbags.
"Being the junior sister at Sword Heart Studio really isn't easy..."
Xiang Yuan grumbled speechlessly, arranging the two women in a row and giving them a cursory examination. They were uninjured, merely knocked unconscious by the violent impact.
He raised a hand, a cluster of vapor curling around his fingers. Joining two fingers into a sword, he sent a stream of water splashing across Ziping's face.
Being a gentleman, he even heated the water for her.
"Cough, cough!"
Ziping somehow drowned on dry land, coughing repeatedly before jolting awake with a sit-up. She wiped the warm water from her face, then saw Xiang Yuan's shameless mug looming before her.
"Ah Ping, thank heavens, you're finally awake!"
Xiang Yuan tightened his waistband and said with a perfectly solemn expression, "I called to you for ages, but you wouldn't wake up. I had no choice but to use this move. Desperate times call for desperate measures; you can't cling rigidly to convention. I hope you understand."
Ziping: (_)
She knew it wasn't real, yet it still disgusted her.
"Ah Ping, say something!"
Xiang Yuan stepped closer