The sound faded away.
Under the moonlight, the silver-spirit woman walked on the light and vanished in just a few moments.
The young man's dark skin slowly lost its patterns, although it still looked purplish-black. This was a healthy color from being exposed to UV rays outdoors for years, his expression a mix of lingering fear as he touched the wounds on his neck and chest.
A mere touch was enough to make him grimace in pain.
"Too close, too close."
"Luckily, I diligently train every day, never slacking or skimping during body tempering. Otherwise, those two strikes would have severed my body."
"Why are these Central Plains disciples so formidable? The woman I met over half a month ago was unimaginably powerful, and that old man playing with the Fire Dragon a few days ago was extremely strong too. How come I got beaten so badly by a woman?"
"It's because my skills are not good enough."
