After regaining consciousness, Wang Xuan naturally pinched what felt like a real, fleshy little face in his hand. The soft and bouncy cheek, full of baby-fat, surprised him with its tangible reality. 1

The miniaturized sword fairy, completely absorbed in inhaling the last of the silver mist, was caught off guard by Wang Xuan's unexpected gesture. She opened her eyes wide in astonishment, staring at him in disbelief.0

Wang Xuan genuinely appreciated the pleasant feel of the soft, collagen-rich cheek in his hand. So, he couldn't help but tug gently at the surprised little face, savoring the smooth elasticity.0

The miniature sword fairy felt an urge to retaliate.0

Reacting swiftly, Wang Xuan's left hand had already reached out naturally, mirroring his right. He gently tugged at both cheeks, finding the sword fairy's wide-eyed, indignant expression quite endearing and amusing.0

Regaining his senses, Wang Xuan realized his blunder. He had just returned from two years in the Void and hadn't fully adjusted yet. In his absent-mindedness, he had treated the renowned female sword fairy like a little girl. This was no ordinary child; she was a formidable figure, capable of soaring sword energies and challenging the likes of the red-dressed demon fairy.0

"Are you alright, fairy?" Wang Xuan quickly tried to think of ways to remedy the situation. He certainly didn't mean any disrespect. His lapse was merely a result of his disorientation after returning...0