Ji Pei of the Six Swords slightly turned her head, her gaze calmly resting on the woman under the tree: "Fourth Senior Sister, your Dao Heart is disturbed."
The thirteen swords of Tianxi each have their own strengths. In terms of divine sense perception, Ji Pei, who excels at breaking and making anew, is the strongest. Although Jing Kuang had not noticed any disturbance in Yun Rong's state of mind, since he said her heart was disturbed,
then it must be so.
"Oh?" Jing Kuang's eyes gleamed with interest, stroking his chin as he glanced towards Yun Rong: "Isn't this a rare occurrence? The one whom all worldly matters pass by like floating clouds, the sword fanatic whom all gains are but emptiness, is having a disturbed heart?"
Yun Rong slightly furrowed her brow and said: "The water flows silently by, but in the noise one finds quietude; though my heart is moved by the mountains and rivers, that's all."
