Why had her voice gone hoarse?!
Xu Qinghuan froze for a moment.
An image from last night's "battle" subconsciously flashed through her mind.
Her heart stirred.
She had moaned and whimpered for half the night...
How could her voice not be hoarse?!
Of course, even if you gave her a thousand times the courage, she wouldn't dare say that in front of Jin Hai.
She took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the turmoil in her heart. Then she looked up and forced a strained smile onto her face, her voice so hoarse it was almost unrecognizable:
"Brother Hai... I might have caught a chill last night. My throat feels a little uncomfortable..."
"Caught a chill?!"
Jin Hai looked at Xu Qinghuan, who seemed somewhat weak. A look of understanding passed over his charcoal-black face.
It was common enough for martial artists to catch a cold now and then. He didn't think much of it, merely nodding slightly as he said in an even tone, "Mm. Take care of yourself."
"Sorry for the trouble, Brother Hai..."
Xu Qinghuan gave a sweet, hoarse laugh. Her smile was deliberately soft and coquettish, but paired with her raspy voice, it came across as somewhat strange.
As she spoke, she forced herself to endure the deep pain in her body and walked "steadily" down the mountain.
Jin Hai watched her back until she disappeared from view, then turned away and closed his eyes again, sinking into cultivation.
The five pieces of Gold Stone glimmered with a faint golden light once more, enveloping him.
When Xu Qinghuan appeared at the Outer Sect's Martial Practice Field, the surrounding disciples could hardly believe their eyes.
She had changed.
Xu Qinghuan, who was usually arrogant and overbearing, always trailed by a crowd of female disciples and quick to