Seeing Little Black on her wrist tremble as if it had been electrocuted, Su Yueli was at a loss for words. She patted the blade to comfort it:
"Uh... alright, alright. It's the thought that counts."
After all, Qi Feng was a Third Realm Late Stage Immortal Dao cultivator, and he had a trump-card magic treasure bestowed by an elder of his sect. Last time, he had nearly blasted a Fourth Realm Late Stage Earthsplitter Bear to death in a single strike.
If they charged over and faced him head-on now, they would be an old man eating arsenic—tired of living.
After soothing the irritable Little Black, Su Yueli leaned against a rock, her mind spinning with particularly vicious ideas.
If that brat Qi Feng really dared to stand her up, then once her injuries had completely healed in a few days, she would make her way to the gates of the Azure Moon Sect.
If she could not beat him openly, she would screw with him in secret.
Every night, under cover of darkness and high winds, she could dump a bucket of manure outside his cave dwelling. Or, when he was at a critical point in a future breakthrough, she could find a way to stir up inner demons for him...
"Whoosh—!"
Just as Su Yueli was devising all sorts of impractical underhanded tricks in her head, an aura rapidly approached.
Su Yueli's expression changed, and she instantly restrained her blood energy, remaining on guard.
A moment later, a somewhat disordered moon-white sword light slanted down and crashed beside the campfire, kicking up a cloud of dust.
As the light faded, it revealed Qi Feng's anxious face.
"Fellow Daoist Qi?" Su Yueli raised her brows and stepped out from the shadows.
The moment Qi Feng landed, he did