Han Li did not know how he returned to his residence. He was still in a daze. His mind was preoccupied with image of the dazzling rain of light descending from the sky. When he went through the door, he tripped on the threshold and almost fell down.
"What happened?"
Gong Peiyao hurriedly walked up to him. Her eyes were filled with worry. She had never seen Han Li like this before.
Han Li raised his head with his eyes still in a daze. After a long while, he returned to his senses and heaved a sigh. When he saw the worry in Peiyao's eyes, he bitterly laughed. "I'm all right, Madam did not make things difficult for me. It's just that I saw incredible swordsmanship, and it's difficult for me to accept it for the time being."
Upon hearing these words, Gong Peiyao heaved a sigh of relief. "That you're all right is all that matters."
Soon after, Gong Peiyao asked with curiosity, "Whose swordsmanship could frighten you to this extent?"