A dazed expression settled on her face, a look so out of place it was nearly unrecognizable. Bai Mingyue, known throughout the Youhuang Citadel and beyond as a swordswoman of ice and steel, now simply looked bewildered.
“Internal force,” she repeated, her voice a low murmur. “The Primal Strength Fist Art.”
She did not erupt in anger. Instead, she stroked her lips with a long finger, lost in silent thought.
“It’s difficult to believe. For any
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