Atop No-Sword Peak, Su Bei silently returned to her room.
She leaned gently against the headboard. Her expression had been too tense earlier, but now that her mind had fully relaxed, she suddenly noticed that the bedding seemed unusually damp.
A strange smile touched the corners of her mouth.
Then, staring fixedly at the disheveled bed, she fiddled with the step-shake in her hand and suddenly slapped her forehead.
I was completely immersed in that atmosphere and forgot to return this step-shake to Dan Wulan.
Under the moonlight, the silver step-shake shone with a faint luster, as if proclaiming its owner's victory that night.
I'll find a chance to return it to her...
Su Bei carefully stored the step-shake in her storage ring, then lay back with her arms behind her head, silently watching the bright moon above.
What did Junior Sister mean by what she said?
Gentle moonlight spilled onto the floor beneath the bed, where a few water droplets reflected a faint sheen.
Su Bei thoughtfully watched the water stains on the floor, almost dry and leaving a faint white residue. She blinked and suddenly wondered:
Did Junior Sister leave through the door... or the window? Why do I remember it was the window? Am I remembering it wrong?
Shaking her head, Su Bei sighed deeply, flipped her pillow over, closed her eyes, and muttered:
I can't believe I slept so soundly, without feeling anything... That's too much of a loss. And who was that man in the dream? He seemed so real.
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Mo Li hurried back to her room, navigating the mountain paths and enduring the discomfort in her body.
She sat quietly on her bed, only a thin garment draped over her, a pile of other clothes clutched in her arms.
Her eyes held a complex emotion, somewhere between a smile and resentment. She stared blankly at everything before her, looking at the shimmering dagger in her hands.
It must have been Dan Wulan.
She was the only one Mo Li could think of.
Her only reason for going to Master's room in the middle of the night... was it the same as mine? But what does this mean for me? Interrupted halfway by her? To experience only the pain, without the pleasure that was supposed to follow? This woman... she truly is the most troublesome.
The moonlight cast flickering shadows. Mo Li, biting her lower lip, carefully climbed out of bed. She staggered toward the Bronze Mirror in the room, supporting herself against the wall.
The pristine moonlight shone on her silver hair, making it gleam. Her skin, as smooth as jade, was flushed with a faint red for some reason.
Looking at herself in the Bronze Mirror, Mo Li extended a small hand and fiercely punched it.
Mo Li withdrew her slender hand, expressionless. She watched the fresh blood flow from her knuckles, leaving a long trace on her ivory arm before dripping to the ground, forming a plum blossom.
Then a smile appeared on her lips, a beautiful smile that grew wider and wider.
Mo Li chuckled, showing her silver teeth.
She looked at the dent in the Bronze Mirror, which reflected her body in an exceptionally twisted, yet strangely clear way.
On this snowy night, Mo Li raised her eyebrows and then struck the Bronze Mirror again, harder this time.
"This disciple is in some pain... Master," she murmured, the words mixed with an unshakeable weariness in her heart, as if venting everything.
I had obtained, yet I had also lost.
It seems one of my step-shakes is missing? Where did it fall?
Morning came, and Xiao Ruoching awoke from her sleep. The covers were soaked with her sweat, and her eyes lifelessly gazed at the snowflakes drifting outside the window.
She had slept very deeply the night before, recalling many things in her dreams.
She remembered avenging her great grievance, blood staining her sword's scabbard and hilt.
Ever since then, whenever she drew her sword, she would subconsciously touch the hilt—a habit she hadn't been able to change even in this life.
Why did I suddenly have this dream? How long has it been since I last slept so deeply?
It was unusual, very unsettling, but she couldn't quite place why. Her body genuinely didn't feel anything out of the ordinary.
Perhaps I was just exhausted from being out.
Sighing deeply, she dressed and walked towards the door.
Upon exiting, she looked at her junior sister with a perplexed expression. There was a clear ring of dark circles under Mo Li's eyes, her small hand was bruised, and dried blood was evident on it.
Although she didn't like her, Mo Li was, after all, her junior sister. Besides, Master had always taught her to be good to her juniors and to set an example for them.
Clearing her throat, a hint of suspicion in her eyes, Xiao Ruoching spoke:
"Junior Sister, what's wrong with you? You don't look like you rested well."
Mo Li glanced at her indifferently. A lingering soreness persisted in her waist and legs. She casually replied:
"Hmm, I cultivated all night."
Xiao Ruoching nodded, but the closer she got and the more she observed her, the more she felt something was off.
That level of fatigue doesn't seem like it's just from a night of cultivation. And her gait today is strange, as if she's hiding something.
"Junior Sister, you should take care of your body even when you cultivate. Are you confused about something in your practice? Look, your legs are trembling uncontrollably."