Aslit crouched down, steadied herself in a horse stance, gripped the knife handle, and turned the blade ninety degrees to the side.
How exactly could she make her sister return to being that gentle sister of the past? Qiuye kept pondering in her mind but could never find an answer.
Her shoulders trembled slightly, and she started to wonder if by giving up the Dragon God Conference like this, her sister would be angry with her actions...
She had clearly decided to be strong, to grow up a little...
Yet, in such a way, deliberately trying to anger her sister to gain her attention...
Such thoughts were utterly shameful, extremely foolish, and laughable.
Her sister would definitely scoff at her.
The competition was about to start, and Qiuye wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes, seeming to have made some resolution, tightly gripped her beloved knife, crouched down, steadied herself in a horse stance, and turned the blade handle ninety degrees horizontally.
"Ready! Begin!"
