Ning Fan glanced at Su Jiu. "Is it all right to let them keep fighting like this?"
Su Jiu shook her head. "My Junior Granduncle hasn't met a worthy opponent in a long time. This fight might well be excellent training for him."
"That Silver Snow may be holding back, but he's pushing Chu Luohen right to his limits..."
Su Jiu said nothing more, but her expression grew increasingly solemn.
Chu Luohen pressed his lips together. After Silver Snow had said those words to him, the strange feeling in his heart had only intensified, sour and a little bitter. These were not feelings he should have had.
Chu Luohen's attacks grew fiercer, while Silver Snow dodged casually, even finding time to cast a flirtatious glance toward Su Jiu.
Su Jiu could only watch, speechless and helpless.
As Su Jiu watched Chu Luohen's condition deteriorate, spiritual qi stirred faintly in her palm. Just as she prepared to intervene, a streak of white light suddenly descended on the battlefield, separating the human and the demon.
"A-Xue, what are you doing?" The newcomer's voice sounded quite old and somewhat displeased.
"Just exchanging a few moves with someone." Silver Snow withdrew his attacks with complete indifference.
Su Jiu immediately stepped forward to support Chu Luohen.
For the first time, Chu Luohen realized that Su Jiu carried a delicate, refined fragrance.
Especially when she supported him, that scent grew steadily stronger, assailing his senses.
Even he, usually so expressionless, froze briefly.
The elder looked at Chu Luohen, seemingly concerned about his injuries. "Fellow Daoist Chu, are you all right?"
Chu Luohen looked at the elder, forced himself upright, and returned his greeting. "I'm fine."
The elder nodded and introduced Silver Snow to Chu Luohen with an apologetic expression. "He's the missing nephew I mentioned to