Luo Qingcheng's incredulous gaze fell onto the light sword that had pierced her arm. It was embedded deeply in her arm, she could no longer remember how many years has it been that she had been hurt.
After Jun Wu Yao had left the Upper Realm, Luo Qingcheng had became the strongest person after her Master. In the entire Upper Realm, there were countless strong contenders and she had also eradicated many eyesores for her Master. She had also fought against many single Spirit Ring Masters but those people could not even resist her attacks. She looked at them struggling futilely as she trampled on them one by one, step by step. From the beginning to the end, Luo Qingcheng had never received any injury... not even a little bruise.
Luo Qingcheng pursuit for perfection could not let her stand the slightest blemish on her body, let alone such a wound.
Never had she ever expected that a puny Silver Spirit from the Middle Realm would actually inflict a wound on her…
