In the Barbaric Forest, Fire Spring gurgled, and the water shimmered as if bathed in the dusk of the setting sun.
At the crucial moment, Qin Ming restrained his impulse. Though poised to strike, he stopped his foot just shy of Tang Yushang by a finger's width.
After all, with their familiarity, and considering her confident demeanor, bursting with spirit, should he really kick that foot with no holds barred in a controllable situation, it might breed enmity.
Tang Yushang's complexion was as white as ivory jade, but her gaze remained misty; what exactly had she experienced shortly before?
She felt as though she was sleepwalking, dazed as someone pinched her cheeks and forcefully tugged them, interrogating her, "Do you yield?" She was incredulous, thinking to herself: all of this must be false!
Yet, in a flash, she was awake; these were real events. Confusion gone, in an instant, her eyelashes fluttered, starry eyes wide, and Spiritual beams flew out.
