Wen Xinzhao was proud.

Her pride ran deep; she carried it in her bones.

However, after the sword finger she just saw, she had no choice but to concede, whether she liked it or not.

She was infatuated with the Dao of the Sword. She was naturally well aware of the swordsmanship on display in that single finger, and she knew that it was far beyond her current level. Her pride wouldn’t let her deny it.

This was why she bowed to Su Yi and acknowledged her inferiority.

The combination of her good looks and her disposition only increased Su Yi’s admiration for her.

The way he saw it, both the Featherflow King Yue Shichan and the Little Sword Demon Wen Xinzhao were good seedlings well-suited for cultivating the Dao of the Sword. It wasn’t just their dazzling talent; even their mentality was highly suitable.

“Fellow Daoist Su, might I ask you a few questions?” said Wen Xinzhao. The Little Sword Demon’s attitude had obviously changed; she now treated Su Yi with far greater respect.

Su Yi swept his gaze around the area. “Do you think this is a suitable place for that?”

After their grand battle, their surroundings were already nothing but ruins and scorched earth.

Wen Xinzhao froze, then...