For a moment, their eyes met, and the atmosphere suddenly became delicate.
Immediately after, Qing Zhi's eyes turned icy cold, and with a murderous lift of her hand, the Broken Sword unsheathed itself and flew into her grasp.
"Beast, I'll kill you."
Qing Zhi swung her sword, ready to strike.
"Wait a moment," Long Chen said urgently. "I'm injured right now; if you want to confront me and kill me at this moment, even if you win, it will be a hollow victory. The word would spread, and it won't reflect well on you or your master's reputation. Moreover, I didn't do it on purpose, it was really an accident."
"Then why are you still looking? Why? Get out now!"
Qing Zhi roared.
"All right, all right, calm down."
Long Chen quickly turned and shut the door.
Qing Zhi hastily dressed herself in a spot where Long Chen couldn't see her, her face flushed with shame and anger.
For over twenty years, no man had ever seen her undressed like this.