Outside the Zhao Family's private library, An Ya stood quietly waiting with a bag in hand and a smile on her face, every inch the gentlewoman.
"Second, see that? That's what you call skill. Now that is skill. A top-tier beast tamer, worthy of her reputation!"
"Zhao Cheng from your world falling into that ditch wasn't unfair at all. With skills like that, even Zhao Cheng from my world would've been helpless if he'd met her before turning seventeen."
From the balcony, Zhao Xiaoxiang took everything in with nothing but her keen eyesight.
Those with superpowers were ultimately different from ordinary people. Take Zhao Xiaoxiang of this world: physically, she seemed no different from an ordinary person, yet her origin was extraordinarily powerful. In barely over ten days, Zhao Xiaoxiang had already recovered the Swordsman realm and taught the other herself the methods of swordsmanship.
By her understanding, this was some sort of higher-dimensional intervention. Using the power of a higher dimension to restore the power of a lower one—it was only natural that it would be fast.
This was also the limit of what she could reason out. Anything deeper was beyond her comprehension.
"What about after seventeen?!"
Zhao Xiaoxiang from the parallel world asked curiously.
Over this period of time together, she had developed a deep interest in Zhao Cheng from the other world.
After all, she still firmly believed that this Zhao Xiaoxiang was the manifestation of some superpower, a manifestation born from her own imagination. Naturally, the character setting of the other Zhao Cheng had also been imagined by herself.
Probably, the most perfect older brother in her ideal imagination was supposed to be like that.
"After seventeen, Zhao Cheng stopped being human. He wasn't even the same species anymore—how could he date anyone?"
Zhao Xiaoxiang