The night was deep.
In the luxurious hotel suite arranged by the White Eagle Empire for the Great Xia Team.
Gu Yuexi washed off the smoke and dust, changed into a loose-fitting set of pajamas, and sat cross-legged on the bed.
Her damp hair was draped over her shoulders, shedding some of her usual coldness for a touch of girlish softness.
In the palm of her hand.
Chu Sheng was sprawled on his back, the very picture of exhaustion.
"Speak."
Gu Yuexi suddenly spoke, her voice laced with scrutiny:
"Tell me, how were you able to draw this sword?"
"Did you secretly practice for a long time when I wasn't looking?"
Gu Yuexi was utterly shocked that Chu Sheng had been able to fully draw the sword.
Besides the shock, she also felt a little wronged.
'The Divine Sword clearly acknowledges me, so why can I only draw it a little while this damned mosquito can draw it completely?!'
'That damned mosquito... surely it doesn't understand the Sword Dao, does it?'
