Contacting the 'Extreme Sword'

After a long silence.

"We won't know until we fight."

Though his sharp-tongued younger sister had also said that Chi Jiuyu had made tremendous progress over the past few years, Zhao Ruoming believed his own progress had been fairly good as well.

How could he draw conclusions so lightly without testing it himself?

Seeing how resolute he was, Ye Zhiwei could only offer one final reminder. "Then... be careful."

Don't let her beat you to tears again.

She kept those words to herself.

"Don't worry." Zhao Ruoming was far more carefree now. "Even if I lose to her, I won't be like I was back then."

By now, he could face his past embarrassment with composure.

"I'll head over first, then. I won't disturb you any longer."

As for the matter of their "match," he had asked his younger sister to pass it along. Chi Jiuyu's side was surely prepared as well.

During the last Immortal Sect Grand Competition, he had been eliminated before they ever had the chance to fight.

This time, he had to make up for the regret of those years.

A glint of fighting spirit flashed through Zhao Ruoming's eyes.

"Mhm, take care, Brother Ruoming."

Ye Zhiwei remained where she was, watching Zhao Ruoming leave.

Only after his figure had completely vanished from sight did she withdraw her gaze and look ahead once more.

Flowers bloomed in profusion, while tender new buds covered the branches of the trees.

She closed her eyes and quietly sensed the omnipresent artistic conception of "spring radiance" in this place.

After a long while, she suddenly felt a breeze brush past her.

In a daze, she seemed to glimpse the first gust of wind in early spring. Wherever it passed, withered trees burst into bloom and dead ground turned into lush