In the dark, someone broke into laughter, “Who would have thought that Caini, who is so obsessed with the dao of the sword that she never cares about worldly affairs, would voluntarily come out…”0

“But it now depends on whether the kid can defeat Caini. Alas, even if he loses, I’ll try to keep him even if I have to forsake this old face of mine.”0

At the same time, Xuan Jiunyin couldn’t help but say, “Auntie, isn’t this bullying?”0

Xuan Caini frowned, “In a confrontation of sword dao, winning or losing is trivial and nothing to be feared. You haven't become an Emperor yet, so you don't understand.”0

The remark nearly choked Xuan Jiunyin to death. Sure, he hadn’t yet become an Emperor, but…how did this affect his understanding of bullying?0

Clang!0

A sword had suddenly appeared in Xuan Caini’s hand. At the same time, her snow-white hair straightened and then fluttered with uniformity like a hanging waterfall. She exuded a palpitating, bloodthirsty sword intent.0

Her sword was a little over three feet in length and was two fingers wide. The blade was thick and blunt, and the tip was branded with dark-red, mottled spots of blood, like blood-stained...0