A man, living in this world—what is romance, flair, gentleness, dominance, detachment, or pride? —These are all just icing on the cake. The true essence lies in perseverance and responsibility. A real man dares to shoulder his duties—that is what truly provides a woman with reliable support. She lifted her head, gazing at the Sky Mirror. A hint of pride flashed across her stunningly beautiful face, bearing a Swordsman’s disdain, as her Longsword descended from the sky. "The Sword Sect warmly welcomes guests from all over." This declaration spread throughout the Twenty-One Provinces. A ray of sunlight pierced through the windowpane into the room. From the angle of the man lying on the bed, he could just see the dust motes dancing in the light. A slender figure sat by the bed with her back to him, also gazing at this ray of sunlight, lost in thought. Amidst the heavy scent of medicine, Wenren Pingxin held a bowl of medicinal broth, biting her thin lips as she looked at Su Bei on the bed, not knowing what to do. Actually, Dan Wulan would have been the most suitable person for this task, but she hadn’t fully recovered either. Wenren Pingxin, who had cultivated for nearly a thousand years, was more influenced by the rules and etiquette of the mortal world and even the Cultivation World. Although she usually doted on Su Bei to the point of spoiling him, and they had plenty of physical contact, still... In her heart, something like locking lips was reserved only for Dao partners or a mother. I’m his Senior Sister; I’ve watched him grow up since he was a child—he’s just a little rascal! It’s just feeding him medicine; I have no impure thoughts... Wenren Pingxin comforted herself, but her cheeks grew even redder, and her head felt dizzy. He’s my Junior Brother... the Junior Brother I watched grow up. I even know all his sizes. Hmm? What am I thinking? It’s truly just to save him... There was no time to delay. Seeing the bowl of broth, personally concocted by the Saintess, gradually cooling, Wenren Pingxin gritted her teeth and took a sip of the medicinal liquid. Then she leaned down and gently moved towards Su Bei’s lips. A cool touch met her lips. She gently transferred the medicinal liquid from her mouth to Su Bei’s, bit by bit. After doing all this, her face burned as if on fire. She covered her stunningly beautiful, crimson face with her sleeve. You troublesome dear. Wenren Pingxin gazed at him with complex emotions in her eyes. She touched her own reddened lips, never having imagined her first kiss would be given this way. Just then, a sudden, urgent knocking at the door sounded. Wenren Pingxin put down the bowl of broth, her delicate brows furrowed as she walked to the door to face an anxious-looking Mo Xingjian, "What happened?" Mo Xingjian took a deep breath. Although he found Wenren Pingxin’s flushed face strange, he didn’t dwell on it and said, standing beside her, "There’s trouble at the Sword Sect..." "Sixth Junior Brother is in the middle of his breakthrough, and no one was watching Luo Ritian. He has escaped." Wenren Pingxin’s eyebrows twitched a few times. She glanced back at Su Bei, who was breathing steadily, and said without hesitation, "Inform everyone in the Sword Sect to return to the Sword Sect!" Mo Xingjian hurriedly left the room. Wenren Pingxin looked at Su Bei, who was lying on the bed, and said softly, "Your body has no critical injuries; even your severed meridians will gradually mend." "However, your Senior Sister can’t stay with you any longer." His recovery would be better in the Sacred Land, and he needed quiet recuperation now. The jolting journey back to the Sword Sect would not be good for his condition. Her slender hand gently caressed his cheek. Moved by a sudden impulse, she leaned in and kissed his cheek. Her heart filled with serenity, and she said softly, "You can already protect the Sword Sect now." "I will wait for you to return to the Sword Sect." That forbidden flutter in her heart seemed to have planted a seed, taken root, and was just waiting to sprout. Her cheeks were flushed like the morning glow, her crimson face exuding a subtle allure, like a peach tree about to burst into bloom. She slowly softened, leaning delicately against his not-so-broad yet firm chest. She hugged him to her. The sensation of their skin touching, pressing perfectly against her bosom, was indescribable. If only I weren’t his Senior Sister, and if only I hadn’t met him when he was a child. How wonderful would that be? When Su Bei awoke, he found himself lying on a soft bed, covered with a brocade quilt. A faint, sweet fragrance lingered in his nostrils. Su Bei instinctively licked the corner of his lips and tasted sweetness. Su Bei struggled to turn his head. He looked at the woman in the ornate dress, a hint of surprise in his eyes. Why is she here? Key Smoke saw Su Bei was awake. She said nothing, merely nodding to him before sitting down beside him, her eyes filled with complex emotions. Su Bei gasped, pain wracking his entire body. His lungs felt as if they were on fire, and each breath brought excruciating agony. The injuries Tong Xiu had inflicted in the previous battle were minor. The critical issue was the backlash from that Style Royal Sword Seven; it was far more severe than he had anticipated. However, he strove to keep his expression calm, feigning ease as he asked, "The Saintess is here? I haven’t made ice cream yet..." Key Smoke paused, then a blush crept onto her cheeks. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝✦𝘧𝙞𝙧𝙚✦𝕟𝕖𝕥 Su Bei realized his words might have sounded a bit flirtatious. He cleared his throat and looked up at the ceiling.