Azure Field Mountain, Mulberry Flowering Peak.
This was the lowest of Azure Field's three spiritual peaks. The mountain was planted with [heavenly sun mulberry], whose golden leaves shone every spring, as dazzling as embroidered brocade. This place had been set aside for the various branches of the Liu Household to cultivate, and all manner of formations had been installed here.
Qingyun covered her mouth with a soft laugh and led the two behind her toward the training grounds at the summit. Liu Xingfang looked hesitant and asked quietly:
"This probably isn't a good idea. Spells have no eyes. If-"
Before he could finish, Wu Shaoyue spoke first, her gaze shifting as she said:
"We're only exchanging insights. There's no need to spoil the harmony between us. We're both at the eighth level of Qi Refining. Are you afraid we won't be able to hold back?"
Liu Xingfang pressed a hand to the sword at his waist and said quietly:
"My sword only advances, never retreats. I'm afraid I might hurt our honored guest."
Wu Shaoyue's eyes lit up. She had seen plenty of handsome men, so she had already known what to expect when Liu Xingfang appeared. She had merely thought him refined and handsome, with no other feelings.
Yet his bearing now stirred certain hidden proclivities within her. Her gaze wandered over the silver-white scabbard before settling on the hand resting against his sword.
It was a scarred hand with nothing aristocratic about it-a hand that held a sword, and a hand that killed. That fiercely sharp Sword Qi seemed about to pierce the air and seep straight into her heart and lungs, shredding her organs.
A faint blush rose on Wu Shaoyue's face. She turned her head slightly and used her magical power to compose herself, only to