"It was a misunderstanding..."
Yu Ci narrowed his eyes. He had no choice—against the center of his brow rested the edge of a short sword, dazzlingly bright, its chill piercing straight through his skull.
He wanted to dodge the blade, but he was not confident enough. Yet the next moment, the short sword was withdrawn.
"I'm sorry."
A soft, gentle voice curled around his ears. The female cultivator lowered her head slightly and apologized to him. "The Bright Virtue Ruler has been placed around the perimeter. If a fellow cultivator harbors evil intentions, they would never be able to enter. I was too nervous..."
The female cultivator explained in a quiet voice, still keeping her head lowered, as though she felt guilty over what had just happened. Yu Ci had not expected this outcome either. Faced with someone who yielded three steps before a matter could even arise, he did not know whether to laugh or cry. Still, clearing up the misunderstanding was best. He let out a long breath, and only then did his gaze pierce through the curtain of hair to see her face.
"It's you?"
Hearing Yu Ci's cry, the female cultivator raised her head in surprise, allowing him to truly see her features.
At that moment, a spiritual grace seemed to spread outward from those clear, exquisite eyes.
The female cultivator's delicate features seemed to exist solely for that aura of spiritual grace. Her long, slender brows curved like wisps of light smoke, gathering that spiritual air before letting it flow along the gentle contours of her face, soaking into skin like porcelain and jade, tinting her lips with fresh, lustrous color. Yet because she was too spiritually exquisite, one could not help feeling that her lovely face was like the most refined and splendid porcelain—beautiful