Qin Qianbai maintained her usual pace as she walked down from the arena. She entered the lounge and casually closed the door, blocking the gamblers' exclamations and discussions outside.
The ancient-style lounge became quiet instantly, with only the girl's slight panting breaking the silence. She released the Wanhua Blade, and several vicious sword wounds exploded simultaneously, blood dyeing the wooden wardrobe red.
A pair of strong arms steadily caught Qin Qianbai's frail body.
"How is it, Ah Ce?" the girl asked.
"Wonderful duel, Miss," Gongsun Ce said, removing the girl's clothing and carefully using white substance to fill her wounds, "Unworthy of the family's reputation... That statement is no longer appropriate. It is the family that regards you as its honor."
"I think so too," Qin Qianbai said with satisfaction, lifting her face. Gongsun Ce lowered his head and kissed her lips.
"You did well, now rest."
"Hmm."
