A rather casual remark, yet it stifled Wang Anfeng's intentions, leaving him unable to speak. He turned his head and looked at the usually aloof woman beside him.
Her eyes were calm, reflecting contemplation, seemingly still pondering over the previous sword strike, mulling over the Solitary Cold Sword Intent hidden within the Sword Qi, yet she never hesitated.
Let him come…
Wang Anfeng chewed over these words, first he sighed softly, feeling that although he was used to considering defeat before victory, his considerations seemed a bit narrow-minded. The recent burdens weighed on his heart, gradually affecting his judgments.
Just a few days ago, Lin Qiaofu had recklessly run out of the inn because she was worried about him.
Reflecting on such reckless thoughts, Wang Anfeng suddenly found it amusing, and couldn't help but shake his head, chuckling lowly, which gradually turned into a clear laugh.
