章 908: Natural Enemy

Any girl would find it utterly shameful to have her thighs held aloft, and Bai Qiao was no exception. She now couldn't care less about the battle and instead buried her face in her hands as she sunk into embarrassed bewilderment.

The last person to demonstrate this state was that book girl on the riverbank¹. At that moment, their postures and expressions across time and space were practically identical, and Wang Ling couldn't help applauding admiringly in his heart.

It was clear that Miss Bai Qiao had lost because she forgot who she was; as a scabbard, she and Jingke shared the same origins, and their battle strength was in fact pretty much on par with each other. However, Miss Bai Qiao forgot her identity as a scabbard.

A scabbard existed to protect the sword.