Daziel let out an almost imperceptible cough, breaking the frozen silence in the alley.
"I, Daziel, am merely a passing Nameless."
Yunli suddenly spun around, her slender figure tensing like a taut bow. Her bright eyes, gleaming with alertness, locked onto Daziel. Her small hands instinctively clutched the massive package behind her, almost taller than herself, as if it were her last defense. Her voice, crisp as a silver bell, held a barely perceptible tremor due to her tension, every word laced with caution.
Daziel's lips curved into a faint, unreadable smile, his gaze falling upon her delicate fingers tightly gripping the bundle.
"Of course, please return Cloud Knight Yanqing's sword, young lady."
His tone was calm, "To forcibly seize someone's beloved possession is not a commendable act, especially for a young girl who hasn't grown up yet."
Yunli's slender, elegant eyebrows suddenly furrowed, as if an inverse scale had been touched.
"Who...who said I stole it?! I...I'm rescuing it!"
Her voice rose several pitches, her small face flushed with indignation.
A flicker of almost imperceptible surprise crossed Daziel's deep eyes, and his voice rose slightly.
"Rescuing?"
"Precisely!"
Yunli spoke with conviction, her small chin slightly raised, carrying an undeniable pride.
"That sword, it should have accurately shot like a meteor towards that fleeing marauder! But alas, its master's mind was unsettled, his will scattered, causing it to become like a broken-winged bird, losing its proper sharpness and aim! It was wailing, can't you hear it?"
Daziel understood. This little girl was indeed just as described in the game's lore: unconventional, with an obsession for weapons that ran deep into her bones, yet also giving rise to a comical and absurd sense of detachment.
Yunli was completely oblivious to the change in Daziel's expression. She remained immersed in her own logic, her tone becoming increasingly self-righteous.
"Moreover, if I hadn't been quick to extend my hand and catch that lost sword, lending it a helping hand and guiding it to pierce the marauder's throat, that beast would have long since escaped unpunished! I, Yunli, absolutely cannot tolerate such a spiritual and fine sword gathering dust in the hands of a mediocre person! I want to save it and bestow upon it true glory!"
Daziel stepped closer to Yunli, his voice carrying a hint of playfulness.
"Even so, that doesn't justify seizing someone else's weapon. Your grandfather, General Huaiyan, who has served his country his entire life with integrity and honor, surely never taught you to act this way, did he?"
"You, you, you...how do you know General Huaiyan is my grandfather?!"
Upon hearing this, Yunli's small face, which had just been so righteous, instantly turned pale. Her wide eyes filled with unbelievable shock and a hint of panic, as if her greatest secret had been exposed.
Daziel's smile deepened, carrying an air of knowing composure that unveiled everything.
"Indeed, I do know. I also know your name is Yunli, correct? Miss Yunli, you wouldn't want me to... have a little chat with old General Huaiyan about this, would you? For instance, how his most beloved granddaughter 'rescued' someone else's treasured sword?"
"Hmph!"
Yunli puffed out her cheeks, indignant like a wronged little beast. One bare foot unconsciously stomped hard on the rough bluestone ground, her small toes, painted with bright red nail polish, leaving faint imprints, yet she remained stubbornly defiant.
"But...but this sword is in my hands now! It has acknowledged me! If that boy, Yanqing, has the ability to honorably and straightforwardly reclaim it from me, Yunli will naturally be convinced and return it with both hands!"
She pouted in dissatisfaction, her tone filled with disdain and contempt for Yanqing.
"But he hasn't! He doesn't even dare to come himself! He actually thinks of 'settling the matter peacefully,' casually sending an irrelevant person over, just hoping I'll obediently return the sword... Forgive my frankness, but such an act clearly shows not an iota of respect for a sword that aids us in vanquishing demons and protecting our livelihoods! He simply isn't worthy of owning this spiritual and fine sword!"
Upon hearing this, Daziel's tongue lightly pressed against his upper palate, emitting an ambiguous chuckle.
"You little girl, you truly are utterly stubborn and unyielding..."
Yunli's bright eyes darted around, as if she had thought of a brilliant idea. A mischievous smile quietly crept onto her lips.
She changed the subject, a hint of smugness in her voice, "Since you're here to reclaim the sword for that boy, then let's resolve this according to my rules—you must prove to me what kind of bond you have with your 'swords'! If you can prove that you are a true swordsman, one whose heart and sword are one, then I will gladly return his sword to you with both hands, how about that?"
Daziel pondered for a moment, his deep gaze lingering on Yunli's small face, which was filled with anticipation and challenge. Then, he slowly nodded.
"Alright, it's a deal."
Before he finished speaking, Daziel elegantly flipped his hand, and the distinctively shaped yet incredibly familiar metal baseball bat was already firmly in his grip. The bat's surface gleamed with a cold metallic luster in the dappled light filtering through the alley.
At the same time, a flash of light appeared in the palm of his other hand, and a completely jet-black poker, with what seemed to be faint burn marks still clinging to its tip, materialized out of thin air.
"I know, in your perception, little girl, no matter what weapon a martial artist uses, that weapon is his 'sword,' an extension of his will."
Daziel weighed the weapons in his hands, a cryptic smile playing on his lips.
"Why don't you take a closer look and see what kind of bond I have with these two 'swords' of mine..."
Yunli's bright eyes were instantly drawn. She curiously leaned closer, extending a slender, jade-like finger, and with a hint of inquiry, lightly touched the cold, hard metal bat.
"This thing? It's just a heavy blunt object, with no spirituality whatsoever. It's only fit for smashing the heads of those foolish beasts who don't know any better."
Her nostrils flared slightly, and she let out a disdainful snort, commenting with an air of seriousness, "With someone as powerful as you, it actually suits you well. But alas, I can't feel any sword intent flowing through it, let alone any bond."
Daziel was unconcerned by her evaluation. He simply held out the dark poker a little further, gently shaking it.
A flicker of hesitation crossed Yunli's eyes, but her obsession with "swords" ultimately overcame her caution. She extended her fingertip, cautiously, with a hint of sacred ritual, lightly touching the charred tip of the poker.
The moment her fingertip touched the poker, an indescribable, strange burning sensation, as if carrying a certain invasiveness, suddenly surged from her fingertip into her body, rushing straight to her mind!
Her small face instantly flushed crimson, as if seared by fire. She abruptly withdrew her hand, exclaiming in surprise:
"You...this strange stick of yours, why is it so weird! I only touched it lightly, why...why do I feel...a sensation as if my soul is being scorched, as if my entire being has been completely taken over by you?!"
The profound smile on Daziel's lips grew even wider, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
"This is, among my many weapons, the 'sharpest tool' most suited to discipline naughty, troublemaking little girls like you."
He spoke leisurely, his voice carrying a hint of imperceptible danger, "Several naughty little girls have already been thoroughly 'disciplined' by this poker of mine."
"You...you! You're a complete weirdo! A pervert!"
Yunli was both embarrassed and angry, her pretty face so red it seemed about to drip blood. Her small bare feet, painted with nail polish, restlessly shuffled back and forth on the rough ground, making soft scratching sounds.
"But...but I still don't acknowledge any commendable bond between you and these two so-called 'swords'!"
Daziel's expression suddenly darkened, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, and his tone took on a hint of oppressiveness.
"You...you must have a third sword!"
Yunli seemed to be stirred by Daziel's gaze, a strange obsession taking hold. She suddenly lifted her head, her voice incredibly certain, her eyes shining with an unusual light.
"I heard them both talking! They're all jealous! The one you use the most, the one with the greatest power, is that one!"
Daziel couldn't help but slightly frown, his eyebrows furrowing.
"Where did a third weapon come from for me? Are you perhaps talking about that hat I just got not long ago? But I don't usually wear that thing, let alone use it the most..."
Yunli was so exasperated by Daziel's cluelessness that she stamped her foot. The bells on her jade feet jingled uncontrollably, making crisp, rapid, fragmented sounds.
Her cheeks flushed even redder, carrying a hint of suppressed indignation.
"Do...do I have to say it that clearly?! It's...it's that one! The one you're hiding on your body!"
Daziel became even more confused by her nonsensical words, spreading his hands.
"Which one? Miss Yunli, what exactly are you talking about?"
Yunli's pretty face turned crimson, like a ripe apple. She was overwhelmed with shame and anger, yet with a desperate, all-or-nothing resolve, she suddenly extended her slender, jade-like finger, pointing towards Daziel's waist, below, at that place symbolizing male characteristics!
"It's that one! I heard it clearly! Both of them are envious and jealous! That's your true third sword! When you face powerful enemies, don't you always use it to achieve victory and subdue your opponents?!"
She wasn't wrong. After all, several female characters had been won over and conquered with that particular "weapon."
Daziel's mouth twitched uncontrollably, his expression becoming exceedingly peculiar, even absurd.
"This...this counts? Miss Yunli, you...are you serious?"
"Yes! Of course, I want to see!"
Yunli bit her tender cherry lips, her eyes, however, were unexpectedly firm, filled with curiosity and a desire to explore the unknown.
"I want to see with my own eyes what kind of astonishing 'divine sword' it is, that can make your other 'swords' envy and even...bow down to it!"
Before she finished speaking, Yunli, like a swift female roc, suddenly lunged forward with a quick step!
Taking advantage of Daziel's stunned distraction caused by her astonishing words, her slender yet powerful small hands shot out like lightning, and she actually, without deviation, perfectly ripped open Daziel's belt!
As the belt loosened, Daziel's pants smoothly slipped down to his ankles!
Daziel: "..."
His heart was shattered at that moment.
Yunli, however, was completely oblivious. Her bright eyes now sparkled with unprecedented excitement. She leaned closer, her gaze intently fixed on Daziel's "innocent" baseball bat, and her small, delicate nose even twitched slightly, as if sniffing a peculiar scent.
She extended her cool, jade-like fingertips, with a tremor and a hint of inexplicable reverence, gently, tentatively touching the tip of that "divine sword."
"Original...originally...such a 'sword' truly exists in this world...!"
She murmured to herself, her voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz, yet her clear eyes burst forth with an unprecedented dazzling light, like a child who had finally discovered a legendary treasure, a new continent, filled with awe and ecstasy.
Daziel looked at her dazed, captivated expression, as if she had opened a new world. For a moment, he found himself between laughter and tears, unsure how to react, only feeling that this little girl's thought process was truly out of the ordinary.
"Come! True swordsman!"
Yunli suddenly looked up, her watery eyes shining astonishingly. She gazed intently at Daziel, her voice filled with an inexpressible excitement, anticipation, and even a hint of...
...fervor!
"Please draw out this peerless 'divine sword' of yours! And let's duel, fairly and honorably, with me, Yunli!"
Daziel almost choked, thinking he had hallucinated.
"Little girl, you...are you serious?"
Yunli, however, nodded with extraordinary seriousness, her hands on her hips, her small, delicate chin slightly raised, carrying an undeniable stubbornness and innocence.
"Of course, I'm serious! What, as a powerful swordsman possessing such a 'divine sword,' do you not even have the courage to draw your sword and fight? Or are you...already no longer interested in reclaiming that boy Yanqing's sword?"
Daziel gazed at Yunli's clear, transparent eyes, which held a hint of almost insane obsession and pure desire. His gaze then slowly shifted downwards, falling upon her small bare feet, glowing faintly in the setting sun's afterglow, painted with bright red nail polish. His heart was a mix of emotions.
He mused for a moment, as if making a momentous decision, then slowly spoke, his voice deep and hoarse, carrying an undeniable authority.
"Very well. Since you, little girl, are so stubborn and irrational, then today, as an 'experienced' elder, I'll… discipline you! To make you understand what a true 'bond' and 'duel' really are!"
Daziel's declaration hung in the air, thick with an authority that made Yunli swallow hard. Before she could protest, he gestured to the stone floor.
"Lie down."
"W-what? Why should I—"
His glare silenced her. Grumbling, Yunli lay back on the cold ground, her white dress splaying slightly around her, exposing the smooth skin of her belly. "Now what? Gonna hit me with that boring stick of yours?"
Daziel didn't answer. Instead, he knelt near her feet. With an almost solemn reverence, he took hold of Yunli's small bare feet—her toes painted a vivid red that contrasted against her pale skin—and began massaging them, his thumbs pressing into her soft soles.
"What… What are you doing?" Yunli asked, her voice a mix of suspicion and curiosity. "That… tickles… Hahaha… Stop it!"
Her laughter soon turned into gasps. The ticklishness gave way to a strange warmth creeping up her legs, a sensation she didn't understand but somehow found… good. Really good.
Daziel watched her reaction, a faint smirk on his lips. He stopped the massage and, without ceremony, pulled her feet toward his groin. His "third sword" was already fully hard and throbbing, straining against the fabric of his pants.
He positioned Yunli's soft little feet on either side of his erect length and began moving.
"W-wait! What is this?!" Yunli stammered, her face flushing violently as she realized what he was doing.
The friction of his hard cock against her smooth, silky soles was divine. Daziel closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the sensation. Those feet seemed sculpted by gods, the perfect fit for his "sword." Yunli, initially shocked, began to feel the rigid, hot texture of him against her feet. The strange warmth in her belly intensified, and her lower body tingled in a delicious, maddening way.
To spice things up, Daziel summoned a spark of his fire-wielder ability—not to burn, but to channel a subtle energy that drastically heightened the sensitivity in Yunli's feet.
"Nngh… Ahn!" A moan escaped her lips. Pleasure exploded in her feet, shooting through her body like an electric current. It was strange, overwhelming. How could she feel so much pleasure from a part of her body she'd never cared about before?
Instinctively, she began moving her feet, rubbing them up and down the thick shaft of Daziel's cock, her tiny toes curling and squeezing him with each motion. She was dueling—and she was loving it.
"This… ahn… Daziel… what is this feeling…?" she panted, her mind a haze of new sensations.
Daziel only grunted in response, the pace of his hips quickening. The two continued like this, locked in a rhythmic, obscene sway, Yunli's moans mingling with Daziel's guttural growls. Neither lasted long.
With a sharp, surprised cry, Yunli's body arched. A blinding white pleasure exploded in her mind, making her forget who she was or where she was. It was her first orgasm. At the same moment, Daziel roared, releasing thick, hot jets of cum. The white fluid splattered across her dress, staining the girl's exposed belly in a sticky, milky mess.
Daziel leisurely pulled up his fallen pants and re-fastened his belt, his movements unhurried, as if nothing had just happened.
He looked down from above at Yunli, who was cowering on the cold ground, her small body trembling slightly, almost curled into a ball.
"How is it, little girl? Now...can you truly feel it? The power and bond of my strongest 'sword'?"
His voice carried a hint of post-event languor and playfulness.
"Mmm...mmm..."
Yunli slowly lifted her head. Her small face, usually adorned with a hint of pride and mischief, was now tear-stained, like a pear blossom after rain. Her large, watery eyes were filled with shimmering tears, and her voice was thick with sniffles.
"I...I didn't expect...Daziel, the 'discipline' you spoke of...was...was like this...I thought...I thought it would be..."
Daziel raised an eyebrow, pursuing with interest, "Oh? What did you think it would be?"
Yunli pouted aggrievedly, her tender cherry lips trembling slightly. She spoke softly, with a hint of imperceptible shyness and disappointment, mumbling.
"Can...can you please...stop playing with my feet...? It's so itchy..."
"Can't there be more of that kind of thing...?"
Her small face, illuminated by the setting sun, was as red as a ripe apple, almost dripping blood.
A vein in Daziel's forehead twitched slightly, uncontrollably. He took a deep breath, trying to remain calm.
"Miss Yunli, what on earth are you blabbering about? Can you please snap out of it?!"
Unexpectedly, Yunli seemed to be enlightened by his words and suddenly sprang up from the cold ground!
Her eyes, which had just been filled with tears, now reignited with an unusual, even more fervent glow!
She took a few quick steps and ran in front of Daziel, tilting her tear-stained face, which also held a sickly blush. Her voice was filled with an almost coquettish plea and desperate desire.
"Please, Daziel! I beg you! Show me again...show me again! That incomparable...deep bond...between you and your 'divine sword'!"
"Old pal" was Yunli's special term of endearment for cherished swords, and now, she used that address for Daziel, her intention already clear.
Daziel helplessly spread his hands, looking at her eyes filled with anticipation, longing, and even a hint of...
...adoration. Feeling the strange, complex aura emanating from her, as if she had been completely conquered yet her fighting spirit had reignited, he finally...softened.
"Sigh...Alright, alright, there's just no convincing you, little girl..."
Daziel relented, feeling both exasperated and aroused by her persistence. Yunli, her eyes gleaming with fervent curiosity, wasted no time. She knelt before him and, with the solemnity of someone handling a legendary blade, wrapped her hands around his already half-erect length.
Her grip was firm, almost technical. She began a handjob, trying to mimic the motions he had used on her feet. "Like this? Is this how you… forge a stronger bond?"
Daziel let out a pleasured sigh, but after a few seconds, he placed his hand over hers, stopping her. "No. Use your feet again."
"My feet?"
"They're divine to me," Daziel growled, his voice rough. "Your feet are the finest sheath for my sword."
Yunli blushed, but a satisfied smile bloomed on her lips. "You know, Daziel… I feel this strange warmth, this tingling… right here," she said, vaguely gesturing toward her crotch. "Is it because of you?"
Before he could answer, Daziel pulled her closer. "Sit on my face," he commanded.
Yunli's eyes widened, but the idea of a new kind of "duel" excited her. She obeyed, settling over him with her rear facing him, pressing her covered intimacy against his mouth. As she resumed the footjob, feeling his cock throb against her soles, Daziel began his own assault.
He inhaled her scent through the thin fabric—a sweet, musky aroma that drove him wild. His tongue pressed against the material, right over her slit. Yunli let out a sharp squeal, her body writhing.
"A-ahn! Daziel! What is this?!"
She intensified the footjob, her movements growing faster, more desperate. She didn't fully understand, but she sensed Daziel liked it when she sped up. He didn't waste time. With his fingers, he pushed aside her damp panties, exposing a glistening, pink pussy.
Without hesitation, he licked her entrance, savoring Yunli's uniquely sweet taste—nectar of the gods. With a grunt of satisfaction, he thrust his tongue inside, delving deep like a shovel seeking buried treasure, swirling and teasing every sensitive wall.
"Hyaaa! ♡ N-no… not there! Ahn… Yes, right there!" Yunli's cries were a messy tangle of denial and pleading. The dual stimulation was too much. Her feet rubbed Daziel's cock with wild fervor while his tongue pushed her toward the brink of madness.
They reached their limits at the same time.
With a roar, Daziel erupted. Thick, heavy ropes of cum shot out, completely coating Yunli's little feet in warm, white cream. Simultaneously, he felt her pussy clench violently around his tongue as the girl squirted a clear, sweet fluid into his mouth. Her face, twisted back in ecstatic spasms, was a picture of pure rapture. She had never felt anything so overwhelming. A new world, a new kind of "swordsmanship," had just been discovered.
The atmosphere in the alley grew even thicker. The air was filled with an indescribable, ambiguous scent—a mix of sweat and a peculiar, sweet fragrance.
Now, Yunli finally seemed satisfied.
She leaned languidly against the cold wall, breathing lightly, her delicate collarbones gently rising and falling with each breath. A healthy, alluring blush, like that after exercise, colored her cheeks.
She contentedly narrowed her eyes, tilting her small head, and looked at the tall, upright Daziel. Her sparkling, pitch-black eyes were filled with an unprecedented radiance and a hint of...mischief?
"How is it, Daziel, old pal? Are my feet, from the Xianzhou Zhuming, impressive?"
Daziel slowly lowered his head, his deep gaze falling upon Yunli's small, exquisite, gracefully curved jade feet, painted with bright red nail polish.
He savored the extremely delicate, warm, and smooth, yet strangely elastic sensation from moments before, as well as the exhilarating experience that sent shivers down his spine. The corner of his lips slowly curved into a profound, somewhat playful arc.
"Indeed, Miss Yunli's exquisite size thirty-four jade feet are truly...damn impressive."
Yunli's voice held a hint of satisfaction, mixed with a lingering anticipation.
"I usually stay at the guesthouse belonging to the Xianzhou Zhuming."
"Will you...come find me tonight?"
That anticipation almost spilled from her clear eyes, carrying a girl's unique, undisguised longing.
Upon hearing this, Daziel's lips curved into a somewhat helpless arc, and he gently shook his head.
He could feel the fluctuations in Yunli's emotions at that moment, a strong sense of dependence and attachment arising after experiencing extreme pleasure.
"Tonight might not be possible," Daziel's voice was gentle, yet it carried an undeniable decisiveness. "I have an agreement with General Feixiao, and I cannot break my word."
Yunli's eyes, which had just been sparkling with anticipation, suddenly dimmed for a moment, losing all their luster.
Her small, delicate nose wrinkled slightly, and her tender lips pouted gently, revealing a childish sense of loss and grievance.
"Then...then will you come find me again in the future?"
Yunli's voice grew urgent, carrying a hint of dependence and panic that she herself didn't notice, as if afraid this "old pal" would disappear forever.
"I also...I also want to 'discuss swordsmanship' with my old pal."
She emphasized the words "discuss swordsmanship," each syllable carrying an ambiguous hint and strong anticipation, leaving much to the imagination.
Daziel reached out his hand, his movement soothing, and gently ruffled Yunli's soft, dark blue short hair, which felt incredibly good to the touch.
Her hair was soft and smooth, carrying a girl's unique scent, a mixture of sweat and faint fragrance, that wafted into Daziel's nostrils.
"I will," Daziel gazed into Yunli's eyes, his tone firm. "Let's exchange contact information. Next time I come to the Xianzhou, I'll notify you in advance, alright?"
Yunli's dim eyes instantly brightened again at Daziel's words, like a rainbow appearing after rain, vibrant and dazzling.
"It's a deal! You're not allowed to break your promise!"
She chirped, her previous intense disappointment seemingly never having existed. A radiant smile bloomed anew on her small face, her pure joy incredibly infectious.
Daziel and Yunli exchanged their Jade Messenger numbers. Watching Yunli carefully save his number, noting it as "Daziel Old Pal (Strongest Sword!)," a smile flickered in Daziel's eyes.
Then, Yunli turned and rummaged through the package beside her, which was almost taller than herself.
The sounds of rustling items echoed in the quiet alley.
A moment later, Yanqing's ancient, yet inwardly sharp longsword was casually taken out by her.
"Here, this is for you."
Yunli tossed the longsword, still warm from her body, towards Daziel as if it were an ordinary object, her movements graceful and unhurried.
"Tell that boy Yanqing that he needs to put more effort and care into his sword."
Daziel steadily caught the longsword. It felt heavy in his hand, and the hilt still seemed to retain the warmth and faint fragrance of Yunli's fingertips.
"I will relay your message truthfully." Daziel nodded slightly, feeling the subtle vibrations transmitted from the blade, as if it were speaking.
Yunli discontentedly pouted her lips, her delicate small face filled with dissatisfaction and disdain for Yanqing.
"I heard that sword weeping sadly just now. It said that Yanqing, despite collecting many rare and precious swords, simply leaves them neglected and abandoned."
"He lets those companions, who should be singing with blood, gather layers upon layers of dust. Tell me, isn't such a fickle, ungrateful, and new-fangled behavior a shameful act of inconsistency?"
Yunli tilted her small head, her pure, flawless eyes gazing directly at Daziel, her expression clear, yet with a hint of scrutiny.
"Daziel, old pal, you...you absolutely must not be like him, and become a heartless and faithless person."
Daziel's heart stirred slightly, and several graceful, distinctive female figures involuntarily flashed through his mind.
March 7th's playful vivacity, Black Swan's gentle charm, Herta's cold mystique, Firefly's girlfriend complex, and even more...
His expression remained unchanged. He simply coughed lightly, suppressing the subtle ripple in his heart. Then, with an incredibly solemn expression, he promised resolutely and earnestly:
"Of course not. I, Daziel, have always been faithful. Towards my 'swords,' I am even more devoted, with absolutely no second thoughts."
He spoke these words without blushing or a racing heart, as if he truly were a rare romantic in this world.
Upon hearing this, Yunli's previous resentment towards Yanqing instantly vanished. Her face brightened with a smile, revealing two sharp little canine teeth, making her look exceptionally cute.
"That's great! I knew it, old pal, you're indeed a trustworthy good person! Unlike some fickle individuals, it's the greatest blasphemy against swordsmanship!"
She completely believed Daziel's flawed "guarantee," her small face beaming with satisfaction and joy, as if she had received some rare treasure.
"Then, I'll be waiting for you to come find me next time on the Xianzhou Zhuming! See you later, Daziel, old pal!"
Yunli effortlessly re-shouldered the package that was considerably taller than herself, its weight seemingly as light as air to her.
Her delicate bare feet lightly touched the bluestone pavement, and she skipped away towards the depths of the alley.
In an instant, the small yet vibrant figure vanished into the dappled light and the end of the alley.
Daziel watched Yunli disappear into the distance, feeling the lingering, unique scent of the young girl and the faint, ambiguous aura in the air. He couldn't help but shake his head helplessly.
This little girl was truly a unique person who didn't play by the rules. Wild and untamed, yet pure enough to captivate one's heart.
He rubbed his slightly throbbing forehead and let out a long, weary sigh.
The thrilling "discipline" just now, though peculiar in its process, had a satisfactory outcome, but it truly consumed a lot of his mental energy.
Especially dealing with Yunli's whimsical, abnormal thought process and her unique understanding of "swordsmanship," it truly made Daziel feel both amused and bewildered.
The last ray of the setting sun completely sank below the horizon. The deep night enveloped the entire Star-Ferry Sea like a vast, inky curtain, silently descending.
On the docks of the Star-Ferry Sea, lights began to illuminate, one after another, shining brilliantly like a galaxy falling to earth, outlining the bustling silhouette of a sleepless city.
Daziel tidied his slightly disheveled clothes, his gaze fixed on the brightly lit distance.
That was where the emissaries from the Xianzhou Yaoqing rested, a different direction from the inn where Yunli was staying.
In his mind, the perfectly intertwined heroic and charming face of General Feixiao, and her phoenix-like eyes that seemed to captivate souls, involuntarily appeared.
Tonight's meeting with General Feixiao was destined to be an even more severe and dangerous test.
That iron-blooded general, who held the power of the Xianzhou Yaoqing, was far more formidable than this innocent and simple-minded little girl before him.
Daziel muttered softly to himself, a hint of solemnity flashing in his eyes. His figure flickered, and he silently blended into the deepening twilight and the bustling lights, leaving no trace.
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