Zhao Chunxia finished eating as usual, feigned sleep, secretly unraveled the note, and observed its contents: "I cannot detail the reasons for the matter. Wang Long is safe; I am not from the Sword Sect, I came specifically to rescue you, from a desire to admire your beauty one day. Haha."
Zhao Chunxia was not angry but rather pleased; she had some understanding of Li Xian and thought to herself: "He's still a frivolous young man. He is not from the Sword Sect and knows Wang Long. He must be helping out of righteousness. Li Xian... Li Xian... this name has a special charm. I wonder what kind of person he is."
Having many such notes, Zhao Chunxia was intensely curious and pondered the person through their writing. In her heart, she drew a vague silhouette based on the charm within the words. The figure was erect, the face indistinct but with a unique aura.
