Chu Zhiyuan looked at her and smiled.
Zhou Qingyu exuded a delicate and charming gentleness, but deep down she had a fierce determination.
A determination that wouldn't retreat in the face of difficulties but instead would face them head-on.
At this moment, Zhou Qingyu showcased this determination.
He supported her optimism.
Zhou Qingyu drew her sword from her waist and, at the pinnacle of her ascent, thrust her sword vertically towards a protrusion on the stone wall, making her body leap upwards again.
At the same time, she tossed the longsword into the air, far above her head.
As she straightened her ascent, she took a small stone from her sleeve and threw it at the longsword.
The longsword spun in the air, lifting higher once more, while the small stone shattered with a "pop".
Her body continued to rise; she reached out, caught the spinning longsword, and once more thrust it into a protruding rock on the stone wall.
