Bai Xinyue gritted her teeth, fists clenched.
She wanted to yell at him. Hit him. Kick his smug face in.
But deep down… she wasn't angry.
More than anything—she was relieved and confused.
Normally, it was well known that someone whose Dao Bone had been stripped would end up crippled.
She was supposed to be, too—but thanks to her powerful physique and monstrous recovery, she managed to overturn that fate.
Still, for the first few months, she had been practically a cripple—unable to properly cultivate.
But Bai Zihan?
How the hell did he prevent the loss of cultivation?
And on top of that, his injury—which should've been severe—was now almost non-existent.
Was it all just an act earlier?
But… how could that have been fake when it involved ripping out his Dao Bone?
Then again—this was Bai Zihan.
She felt foolish for even thinking, for even a second, that he was in real trouble.
