"Xuanxuan, how are you feeling?"
Li Qinghe rushed to her side, taking two or three steps at a time. Just as she was about to ask what was wrong, she met her gaze and felt a blade-like glint burst forth.
Sharp and deadly.
"I'm fine, Sister Qinghe..."
Li Zixuan closed her eyelids, shook her head slightly, and opened her eyes again.
That strand of cold, sharp Sword Intent dissipated, as if a hidden sword had been returned to its scabbard, completely restrained.
"I've had many epiphanies, but I'm still just a little bit away from reaching a higher Realm."
"A higher Realm?"
Li Qinghe was taken aback. "Xuanxuan, what Realm are you at now?"
"The Peak of Innate."
Li Zixuan answered softly, a wave of emotion washing over her. Only after stepping into this Realm did she understand how difficult it was to trigger the ringing of swords.
