“Forget it,” Qu Weiyin said, her gaze dropping to the ground. Her thick lashes concealed the emotions swirling in her eyes. “What could you possibly offer that I would want?” “I don’t have anything right now, but I will, eventually. Consider it a debt. If you ever need anything, Junior Shishu, all you have to do is ask,” Luo Jinxiao…
Nestled amidst the mountain peaks, the library stood serene and secluded. Sunlight, filtering through the canopy of trees, casted intricate patterns on the stone floor, creating a mesmerizing dance of light and shadow. Inside, the air was cool and still, a stark contrast to the humid warmth that hung heavy in the air outside. Luo Jinxiao was a frequent visitor…
After returning to the Wuhui Sect from the Upper Celestial Realm, life resumed its peaceful rhythm. True to her word, Luo Jinxiao didn’t breathe a word about the sword to anyone. And since the divine sword maintained its unassuming appearance, it didn’t attract any unwanted attention. Only Elder Liu, upon catching a glimpse of it, reacted with a subtle shift…
Even though Qu Weiyin was surprised, she still followed Luo Jinxiao’s lead. With a wave of Luo Jinxiao’s hand, frost spread across the narrow opening of the cave, followed by layers upon layers of ice, sealing it tightly. The raging fire burned outside, and the walls of the cave continued to tremble, but inside, it wasn’t hot. Only their bodies,…
Luo Jinxiao let out a breath and hurried to catch up. “It seems there’s no way around this demonic barrier,” Qu Weiyin said, her eyes narrowed as she looked towards the unexplored fork in the path ahead. Luo Jinxiao felt a surge of nervousness. She took a few steps forward, drawing closer to Qu Weiyin, and peered over her shoulder…