Beautiful!
Beauty beyond compare!
That was Qin Hao's first impression when he turned to look at the White-Robed Woman.
At some point, her veil had fallen off, and her white robes had slipped slightly, baring her smooth shoulders. Most striking of all, however, was her expression.
Shy yet angry, it stirred an overwhelming urge to protect her.
Everyone had a heart that appreciated beauty!
Qin Hao was devoted in love, but that did not stop him from appreciating a beautiful woman.
"You flatter me. I'm still a long way from an Eternal True God."
Hearing the White-Robed Woman's words, Qin Hao replied without thinking.
Her expression did not soften at his response. Instead, the chill in it grew even stronger.
Qin Hao could not help feeling baffled.
I didn't say anything wrong, did I?
Though staring at her had been a little presumptuous, it was hardly some heinous offense.
Why was she so angry?
Utterly at sea, Qin Hao simply shook his head and said with a faint smile, "Miss, since you're awake and your injuries have mostly healed, then... hmm?"
Qin Hao had intended to say they should part ways. After all, the White-Robed Woman's injuries had largely healed, and there was no serious problem remaining. He also needed to continue cultivating, so there was no reason to waste time here.
But halfway through, Qin Hao realized something was wrong.
Earlier, the attack unleashed by the World Sword had been so terrifying that, in his haste, Qin Hao had taken the still-unconscious White-Robed Woman and fled.
His thoughts had all been on the World Sword, leaving little room for anything else. Only now did he realize... the White-Robed Woman seemed to still be in his arms.
And...
Qin Hao instinctively looked down at his chest. Because of their positions,