Bai Jingqing ultimately loosened her grip on the sword hilt; she didn't have the courage to unsheathe her sword.
The person opposite her was Qin Yi, a man who had created countless opportunities and accomplished feats that no one else would dare to imagine, let alone achieve in their lifetime.
It's said that a Qi Refiner must never lose the heart of a warrior, but in front of Qin Yi, she truly lacked the courage to draw her sword.
Unsheathing the sword meant death.
Qin Yi's ruthless tactics against enemies were no secret in the circle.
Most importantly, she found herself unable to harbor hatred toward Qin Yi. Even though he treated the prodigies of her hidden family as worthless, as if they were mere insignificance, she was furious but harbored no intent to kill.
Seeing Bai Jingqing's hand relax from the sword hilt, Qin Yi's lips slightly curved, "A wise choice. As a Qi Refiner, your sword should be aimed at the clowns of minuscule nations, not at me."
