The young maid said, "How can a serious injury be exhilarating?"
Qianshan Si said helplessly, "I don't know either. That girl named Lin Qiaofu means so much to her. During the fight, she suddenly turned around, almost heedless of her life. If I had forcefully retracted my sword, it would have ended up like this."
"Couldn't you have just not stabbed out?"
Qianshan Si leaned against the mountain wall, lifted his hand to stroke the maid's hair, and smiled:
"I was there to compete in swordsmanship, not to kill."
"Earlier... everything down below was a situation I could control; there was nothing instantly life-threatening. The danger was enough to compel her to fight properly with me. But who knew something like this would happen? It really is a pity."
The young maid slapped his hand away, annoyed, and said:
"But now we've definitely made enemies with them."
"They will certainly want to kill you."
Qianshan Si said, "Making enemies is making enemies; it doesn't matter."
