At this moment, Shi Yingqiong stood there, hand without sword, body without sword, yet her fearsome Sword Intent pierced the heavens, impossible for anyone to ignore.
Especially someone with a similar demeanor like Shen Ruolan, whose gaze had been completely captivated by her at some unknown time.
In her eyes, there was both the intent to fight and affection.
She even blurted out without regard for the bystanders:
"This sister, such fierce Sword Intent, given this extraordinary demeanor, you must be Daoist Shi Yingqiong from the Shaoqing Sect."
"Once this affair concludes and if I'm not dead, I shall have a hearty battle with sister. After the fight, if sister doesn't mind, we can become sworn sisters."
Hearing these words, Shi Yingqiong, who was always serious, couldn't help but smile.
She nodded with equal straightforwardness, responding:
