"Are you certain?" Xiao Chen scrutinized Shen Qinghe from head to toe with an inspecting gaze.
He wasn't sure if it was his imagination or not, but he always felt that there was an allure on Shen Qinghe's face that even she herself hadn't noticed.
"I'm very certain," Shen Qinghe said, beckoning towards the Black and White Sword which immediately morphed into the Black and White Rope, returning to her wrist.
As she raised her arm, the wide sleeve slid down, revealing half of her fair arm, where one could see the bruise marks from someone's pinch.
Having experienced worldly affairs, Yan Changsheng's expression changed slightly at the sight of the bruises on her wrist. He abruptly seized her wrist, asking angrily, "What is this?!"
Xiao Chen's expression also changed. He stepped forward, intending to pull open Shen Qinghe's collar, which frightened her and she stepped back several times, "What does Big Senior Brother want to do?!"