Zi Hansha
編輯: Transn
The School of the Martial Market in the South Cloud Commandery selected a total of 37 talented students. Six of them died after the calamity, leaving only 31.
To He Yunlou, this was already the best outcome despite the heavy loss.
What human wouldn't run into accidents?
And thus, the Silver Moon Ship sailed once again.
Xue Yingrou was an elegant girl with snow-white skin, long golden hair, and a slim figure. She stood right in front of Zhang Ruochen, less than two meters away.
He could clearly smell the light floral fragrance coming from her.
Her voice was soft and gentle, and somewhat shy as she said, "Thank you for saving my life. May I have your name?"
He looked at her and replied, "Zhang Ruochen."
She instantly memorized this name. With a soft, beautiful laugh, she said, "I'm Xue Yingrou. Your sword technique is incredible and you must've already reached the Peak of Sword Following the Heart. Will you show me some guidance?"