As he watched intently, a sudden whoosh of air caught his ear. A graceful figure drew her sword and flipped elegantly to land beside him.
"You're back."
She slightly tilted her head upward, her cold as snow black eyes filled with him. Although her face was covered by a silver mask, it couldn't hide her breathtaking beauty, making Yun Zhan's heart grow ever softer.
"Yes."
He softly responded, reaching out to pluck a plum blossom petal from her hair.
Then, his gentle gaze fell upon her, noticing her dress was somewhat thin, so without hesitation, he untied his cloak and gently wrapped it around her with practiced ease.
He then took her hand and kissed it lightly, full of admiration, "Your swordsmanship has become even more advanced."
"Really? Why don't we have a contest?"
Yin Shuang curled her rosy lips slightly, her beautiful eyes arched like a crescent moon, stunningly beautiful.
He shook his head in denial, holding her hand and walking towards the room.
