Xu Qingyao's gaze stiffened, staring somewhat strangely at Qin Wentian. She naturally knew of her own charm. Not many males would be able to resist it and for those who knew of her identity, even though they admired her in their hearts, they would still keep a respectful distance, not daring to show any disrespect to her. However, this Saber-Sword Immortal King actually wanted to talk about romance with her, flirt with her and even weave poetry about the wind, flowers, snow and moon?
The smile in her eyes was extremely beautiful. Xu Qingyao spoke to Qin Wentian, "Sure, why don't we have a spar? If you win against me, we will do what you want."
As an expert at the peak-phase of the mid-stage, Xu Qingyao was very curious with regards to the Saber-Sword Immortal King's combat prowess. Sparring was the most direct method to sate her curiosity.