Yun Tianluo folded his fan and gazed at the crimson figure high above. After a long while, he sighed softly.
There was acceptance, admiration, and a complexity beyond words.
Fortunately, he had long since abandoned his insistence on perfection in everything. Otherwise, his Dao heart would have been stirred into turmoil again.
Some people simply could not be used as a yardstick.
Ji Lingri hovered there, stunned, the phantom golden wheels around her slowly dissipating, her aura somewhat disordered.
She stared at Yun Qing for a long time. Just as Yun Jinglei began wondering whether this princess was about to turn hostile and renege, a hearty laugh rang out.
"Hahahaha! I lost! And I accept my defeat, heart and soul!" Ji Lingri shook out her wrist and casually wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth. Her tone remained arrogant, but now carried a measure of recognition. "The wager stands. I'll simply change my name! A shame we can't keep fighting today, or I'd battle you to the bloody end!"
Indeed, they could not keep fighting. Any further, and they would no longer be deciding victory or defeat, but life or death.
For now, it was not yet time for the two clans to tear away all pretense.
"Your Highness's martial prowess borders on the divine, and your spirit is admirably free. You have my respect," Yun Qing replied gently.
"Spare me that." Ji Lingri waved a hand, having none of his pleasantries. "A loss is a loss. I'm not someone who can't stomach defeat. You sound like you're soothing a child. That stopped working on me when I was three."
For the first time, solemnity appeared in Ji Lingri's eyes. Even with her lifelong attitude of "I come first, Heaven comes second," she now felt that Yun Qing's