"...Did she just fall asleep?"
For someone who lectured him like a damn instructor, she sure had no stamina.
With a sigh, he lifted her into his arms.
She wasn't heavy—hell, she felt lighter than a decently built sword.
Despite all her sharp words and stubbornness, she was fragile in ways others were not.
Her temporal ability was immensely taxing, draining her energy faster than a sect master's treasury after one night at a brothel.
That was why she never practiced other arts.
Simply demonstrating Sword Intent earlier had worn her out completely.
As he laid her gently on the bed, he smirked.
If only all women were this obedient.
Then again, that would be boring.
With a final glance, he turned back to his sword.
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For the next two days, Su Xiaobai fought against the biggest enemy of all—his own incompetence.
No matter how much he willed it, no matter how fiercely he focused, the rock refused to fucking die.
At best, he left a shallow scratch.
