After a sudden encounter and battle, Lu Ye put away two Star Abyss Coins and glanced at Song Weiwei, who stood nearby.
They had been traveling together for half a month.
Song Weiwei was indeed quite formidable. She was also a Sword Cultivator renowned for slaughter. Though a woman, she possessed extremely rich combat experience, and her fighting style was exceptionally savage.
Over the past half month, the two had gained quite a bit.
This time, the enemies they had encountered were two Merging Dao Eighth Layer cultivators.
To be honest, if Lu Ye had been alone, taking them both down would have been somewhat troublesome. But with Song Weiwei working alongside him, things were different.
The only thing that gave Lu Ye a headache was Song Weiwei's temperament—it was far too cold and aloof. If Junior Sister Shuang's coldness kept people a thousand miles away, then Song Weiwei's was a kind of deathly silence.
In half a month, apart from when they had first met, Song Weiwei had spoken fewer than ten sentences in total.
She never offered her own opinions or showed any thoughts of her own. She was like a tail, or like a sword in Lu Ye's hand. Wherever Lu Ye went to kill, she followed to kill.
She did not even want the spoils. She did not so much as glance at the Star Abyss Coins left behind by their slain enemies. Lu Ye collected every last one of them.
Lu Ye felt rather helpless about this. In an environment like this, the two had temporarily formed a partnership, like a couple thrown together midway through life. As long as the other's strength met one's requirements, there was no need to demand more.
Yet there had been several moments when Lu Ye had inadvertently glimpsed