Su Ling'er was completely stunned. She stared at the tips of her toes, her mind a tangled mess.
'What just happened? What... what is going on? What am I doing?'
A moment ago, those steel blades were about to tear her limb from limb. The next, both sides had inexplicably returned to their starting positions.
Not only that, but her body was in an extremely humiliating state.
She found herself repeating a single motion.
Shrug.
Sink.
Shrug.
Sink.
It was as if a pair of invisible, giant hands were forcing her to perform a breathing exercise.
'What am I doing?'
'Why is my body bobbing up and down like I've contracted some strange illness? Am I trying to provoke the enemy?'
'On this battlefield, I'm demonstrating a Breathing Skill to a group of Evil Cultivators who don't even have any Cultivation?'
'Should I unleash "Breath of the Maid" to scare them to death?'
Su Ling'er looked across at the enemy.
The sight made her jaw drop.
