Chapter 38

 When Ling Chunxi’s arms grasped nothing but the night air, she grumbled beneath her breath and reached her arms out towards where Little White was supposed to be again. Now, that’s better. She felt Little White’s soft and warm fur against her fingers this time. Ling Chunxi snuggled up to Little White and continued sleeping soundly. Through her window, the sight of the lands being illuminated by moonlight dominated the frame once more. While in the still of her bedroom, the handsome man with silver hair and purple eyes was long gone. Not a soul was in sight, aside from the girl and the small fox holding on to each other as they slept until day break.

After breakfast the next morning, Ling Chunxi contemplated the sword she brought back with her yesterday. Its appearance indicated there was nothing remarkable about it. No one would have been able to tell there was a curse of any kind upon it. Once she had given the matter some thought, Ling Chunxi decided to bring out her old sword and placed it upon a stone table. She circulated the Thundercloud Battle Qi within herself, raised the new sword above her head, bringing it down in a slashing motion towards the old sword.