"Huh, your nose is pretty sharp!" A crisp, silver-bell-like voice rang out as a figure clad entirely in black gauze stepped from the corner.
Chen Fan froze. He recognized Qin Xian'er's voice.
The woman who had always possessed both spiritual grace and charm had removed her veil, though her face was somewhat pale. Her slender, jade-like fingers, slightly wan from illness, held a handkerchief over her mouth.
Through the handkerchief, Chen Fan caught a glimpse of blood—the blood she had just coughed up.
"I knew it. If I hadn't seen your corpse, how could I prove you were dead?" Qin Xian'er lowered the handkerchief and smiled sweetly. Her beautiful eyes shimmered, her delicate nose was exquisitely lovely, and her lips resembled tender flower petals. The corners of her mouth curved faintly upward. Her smile was sweet, beautiful, and utterly captivating.
This was the first time Chen Fan had seen the face beneath her veil, yet it felt as though they had known one another for a long time. But he was certain this was the first time he had ever seen this face—and it was so beautiful, with a smile that could topple a city.
"Did you go to the Ten Thousand Swords Sect?" Chen Fan asked.
"Of course. I was waiting to storm the Immortal Sect together with you—that was our agreement. Even if you had died, I would have carried your corpse up to the Immortal Sect. Unfortunately, when I went there, I still didn't find your body!" Qin Xian'er's eyes remained smiling, carrying an inborn allure that made it difficult for anyone to look away.
"Your heart meridian is injured. Did you encounter a Golden Core Realm expert?" Chen Fan paused slightly, an inexplicable feeling stirring within him.
"Are you worried about me?" A sly smile appeared