Blades Meet

After the familiar yet unfamiliar "Miss Ran" fell from his lips, the girl no longer corrected him with "Ran Qingmo." There was only probing uncertainty in those pitch-black eyes.

Silence. They gazed at one another without a word as a faint breeze brushed past their hair.

The tenderness in Xu Yuan's narrow eyes dimmed slightly. This Big Ice Block really was as incapable as ever of hiding what she was thinking.

He had guessed what the two girls had been plotting, and thus had no intention of making them say it aloud.

Some things only needed to be understood without being spoken.

Once they were truly voiced, they became somewhat too tragic.

His gaze swept over the two girls, his tone seemingly untouched by his emotions, carrying a hint of jest.

"I was only joking. I don't care what the two of you were plotting."

Ran Qingmo fell silent for a moment before saying softly, "Xu Yuan."

"Bzzzz—"

The instant her words began, a towering streak of sword light suddenly swept past before Xu Yuan like a laser cutting through the sky, cleaving a bottomless ravine between him and Ran Qingmo.

Her words interrupted, Ran Qingmo instinctively looked toward the source of the attack. At some point, a huge hole had silently appeared in the sword-aura canopy upheld by the formation overhead. A beautiful middle-aged woman descended through it with a sword in hand, the immense power of two formations radiating from her body and warping the space around her.

It was her master's wife.

Luo Wei looked at the blood-robed young man below, who had fallen silent, and said coldly, "Third Young Master, you have overstepped your bounds this time."

"..."

Xu Yuan remained silent.

Just as those storybooks described, when two experts met, a single glance was enough