Next day, early morning.
Two ear-piercing screams came from a room.
Immediately following, with a bang, a figure crashed through the wall and flew out.
"Junior Sister Bai, let me explain, it's not what you think…" Mo Wuji, gray-faced and disheveled, was wearing only pants, with a bare upper body.
He woke up to find someone lying next to him. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was Bai Jingqing, and she was completely unclothed, leaving him utterly stunned.
As a result, before he could gather his thoughts, Bai Jingqing woke up, screamed twice, and kicked him flying.
Fortunately, in his panic, he grabbed his pants and quickly put them on as he was thrown back.
A few minutes later, it wasn't Bai Jingqing who appeared first, but a cold, sharp blade.
Swoosh!
Movement like the wind, the sword like a ray.
A chillingly sharp edge, with Sword Qi fierce like a poison snake flicking its tongue, aimed straight at Mo Wuji's throat.
Mo Wuji's figure flickered and dodged away.
