Ah Zhao looks at the girl on her opposite, who is lost and frustrated.

Poor girl. She thinks.

But does that have anything to do with me?

As long as she knows that girl is Lan Bing Xin, she couldn’t bring herself to come close to her no matter how sorry she feels for her.

Lan Bing Xin is hurt. Meanwhile, she watches them secretly. Seeing that Ah Zhao and Gu Hao look back at her expressionlessly, clearly not going to soften, she stumps her feet and runs away with a humph.

After watching she leave, Ah Zhao turns her eyes away.

Gu Hao has been holding her hands firmly all this time. “Ah Zhao, is there anything wrong with this girl?”

Ah Zhao looks at him, a little amused: “Why do you think so?”

Gu Hao answers, bold and assured: “You weren’t good to her. It must have been her fault.”

“What if I simply don’t like her?” Ah Zhao asks deliberately.

Gu Hao doesn’t bat an eyelid. “It’s her fault that you dislike her.”

Ah Zhao couldn’t help but bursting out laughing. The gloominess of meeting Lan Bing Xin disappears in no time.

Now that they’ve had their guards up against Lan Bing Xin. She won’t threaten them in a million years since she’s just at the level of a master.

Then they continue their journey.

This time, their destination is a place called Alluring Sea of Flowers which is said to become a heaven when the flowering season comes.

It is a must-go place for lovers who are passionately in love, which Gu Hao won’t miss.

He would love to take Ah Zhao to every corner of the Land of God of War, leaving traces of the two of them together and showing the world that she belongs with him.

However, fate does exist.

As soon as Gu Hao and Ah Zhao enter the Alluring Sea of Flowers, before they even have time to admire the beautiful scenery in front of them, a splash of blood is shed ahead of them, together with a horrible shriek.

Gu Hao covers Ah Zhao’s eyes in a flash, instinctively.

Ah Zhao blinks and says softly: “I’m not afraid of that. Put your hand down.”

Gu Hao only feels an itch in the middle of his palm. He could picture her dense and curly eyelashes brush against his palm like a small fan which sends his heart fluttering.

His hand leaves her eyes obediently.

Then, Ah Zhao sees an arm lying alone on the ground.

Crimson blood has soaked the snow-white flowers which creates a beauty of cruelty.

Not far away from them stands a practitioner. With his right hand covering his left shoulder, he is left with an empty sleeve where there should have been an arm.

He is looking at the one standing opposite him in horror.

The one that is opposite him is an innocent-looking beautiful girl in a sulky pout.

She has a sword in her right hand. The sword is bright white with a sharp point, and a drop of fresh blood dribbling down it.

It’s Lan Bing Xin.

“You’ve stained my dress.” Looking down at her new snow-white dress, Lan Bing Xin is clearly in a bad mood.

The practitioner looks at her as if she’s nuts.

“I merely stepped on your dress accidentally! I can pay for your dress. I’ll buy you one hundred more!”

He couldn’t have thought that this girl would cut off one of his arms simply because he stepped on it. It could have cost him his life if he didn’t dodge quickly enough and it would have been his head that would be lying on the ground now.

Lan Bing Xin is panting with rage. Though she looks innocent as ever, what she says is beyond cruel: “But you’ve upset me. You’ve stepped on my dress. Let’s me kill you and then we’ll be even.”

Practitioner: “…”

She is totally mental!

More importantly, I can’t beat her!