"This Shi fellow, he sure is lucky."
The battle taking place in the open field was reflected perfectly in a loft far away. Xu Nianxue was leaning against the window, discontentedly pouting her cherry lips.
"This Young Master Shi is truly clever, he knows how to seize the opportunity in battle."
Unlike Xu Nianxue, the girl in yellow, Wang Zuying, expressed her full admiration for Shi Xiaole.
Having trailed him previously, her understanding of Shi Xiaole was far more profound than others. But precisely because of this, she felt as if she was trying to discern flowers shrouded in fog.
How should she put it, this Shi Xiaole, still young in age, acted with more maturity than most and seemingly lacked the fiery passion of youth.
Or perhaps it should be said that such passion was hidden deep within him.
Just like a newly forged sword that should undergo a period of sharpening before concealing its edge, Shi Xiaole seemed to have skipped this phase altogether.