Identity Figured Out

Bai Ruanqing shook her head as her consciousness returned to the real world. She sat on the bed with a conflicted expression on her face for a moment before pushing the door open and walking out.

In the courtyard, Dan Xiaotian was still practicing his swordsmanship.

Ten meters away, Cao Chengli's legs were trembling with a walnut on his head.

Sou!

A sword flew forth, but it missed the walnut by a fraction and ended up grazing Cao Chengli's head instead. Fresh blood spurted out from the wound.

"I think I'm injured," Cao Chengli said as he touched his head.

"You're fine, it's no big deal. Who doesn't get injured?" Dan Xiaotian replied calmly. "Keep the walnut steady on your head."

"But I'm really injured…" Cao Chengli cried in despair.

Before he could finish his words, yet another sword flew past and grazed some other part of his head.