Although Zhao Jiuge was strong, he was still a child. When he saw everyone come out, he endured the discomfort in his body and proudly said, “How about that? Aren’t I stronger than that old Daoist?” After he spoke, he looked at the Lord of the Qing Feng Monastery in the back with a face filled with pride.

Yu Xiasheng ran toward Zhao Jiuge like a swallow with her arms open. She gave Zhao Jiuge a big hug. Previously, her face was pale, but now it was red from excitement.

“Powerful, powerful—Little Brother is really powerful.” While Yu Xiasheng spoke she held Zhao Jiuge’s face.

Then she looked down at Zhao Jiuge and teasingly smiled. “Are you okay? It looks like your body’s spirit sword is not damaged.”

It was unknown if it was due to his injuries or shyness, but Zhao Jiuge’s face turned red. Yu Xiasheng was a few years older and was a bit taller than him, so when she held him, his face was pressed against her chest. Zhao Jiuge felt the soft sensation and immediately broke free. He refused to accept defeat and said, “Hmph, whether it's damaged or not, you’ll know when you try it.”

After he spoke, Yu Xiasheng didn’t make a sound, but she stuck her tongue...