It was completely different from the usual feelings of cultivation and enlightenment.
It was as if...
It was as if...
Something was about to emerge.
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Yun Qian picked up a candied fruit and put it in her mouth, then looked up to see Li Zhibai staring blankly at her face.
Her husband's esteemed teacher was staring at her with wide eyes, and upon closer inspection, it seemed there were silver streaks moving in Li Zhibai's distinctly black and white eyes, tracing the path her sword had just taken.
She shook her head.
Yun Qian looked at this silly girl, pondering whether she should put her veil back on.
She glanced at the last candied fruit she brought out on the plate and asked Li Zhibai, "Do you still want some candied fruit?"
Yun Qian's voice was as gentle as a breeze, but to Li Zhibai's ears, it sounded like a booming bell, shattering the sword traces in her eyes.
"What?" Li Zhibai was taken aback.
"Do you still want some candied fruit?" Yun Qian patiently repeated.
