Wang Xuan stared at her with widened eyes, the smile on his face slowly fading. He could feel his consciousness being enveloped and swayed by Zhao Qinghan's mysterious power. That she had such a capability, even just for a moment, astonished him.0

"Master Zhao?" Wang Xuan looked at her with a smile. It was impossible for her to have reached such a level in such a short amount of time. 0

But as he looked into her changed eyes, he realized that perhaps he had underestimated her. Those eyes, shimmering in an unusual violet hue – a mark of the indigenous people – held a power that was both mesmerizing and terrifying.  0

"Did you mix blood with the indigenous people?" Wang Xuan questioned, genuinely curious. 0

She chuckled softly, "Wouldn't you like to know?" 0

His smile faded, replaced by a serious expression, "You have indeed progressed. Your abilities are beyond my expectations." 0

Zhao Qinghan's eyes twinkled, "And you were caught off guard. Never underestimate anyone, Wang Xuan. We all have our secrets." 0

Wang Xuan nodded slowly, realizing that the woman in front of him was more than she appeared to be. He had always seen her as an exceptional talent, but today, she had shown him a side that was both unexpected and intriguing. 0

The atmosphere between the two shifted, from playful banter to mutual respect. They both realized that the...0