Despite feeling uneasy inside, Ah Qing still maintained an excellent dance posture, even feeling a sense of joy from having surpassed Shi Qingjun by so much—it was supposed to be like this.
As she wielded her sword and pondered various thoughts, the longsword in her hand traversed through space, while her demeanor and dance posture both reached their peak at this moment.
She even gradually adapted to Xu Chang'an's gaze at this time.
But reality is often disappointing, and Ah Qing's complacency didn't last long. At the moment her skirt's hem lifted, her heart suddenly trembled, and she had a premonition.
It was a very mysterious feeling, like consciously trying to feel your breath; only when you notice you're breathing do you shift breathing from passive to active.
At that moment, Ah Qing realized what she had instinctively overlooked, something extremely important.
