The two of them were less than half a foot apart. He Qin could even feel Luo Feng's breath, the warmth billowing near her ears, stirring strange feelings within her. A rosy flush crept up her delicate earlobes.
However, after hearing Luo Feng's words, her dark eyebrows knitted slightly. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with doubt:
"Is that all?"
"Yes."
Luo Feng nodded and replied confidently, "This way, you are certain to win."
He Qin arched an eyebrow, watching Luo Feng, and suddenly asked, "Were you considering this just now?"
"Indeed."
He Qin's eyes shimmered. With the Cold Snow Sword in hand, she exhaled softly and declared, "I will surely win."
WHOOSH!
With a gentle tap of her toes, He Qin seemed to drift like a light snowflake, landing twenty paces before Liu Ling.
Upon making eye contact with He Qin, Liu Ling was momentarily taken aback, then immediately smiled and said, "That's quite a determined gaze. It seems you're confident you can defeat me today."
