Wen Li rarely noticed her own heartbeat accelerating; it had been a long time since she felt this way, and Ah Qing’s sudden appearance brought her an emotion that made her fingertips tremble slightly.

She was very curious about Ah Qing’s presence now.

"...?" Xu Chang’an blinked at a slightly faster pace.

At this moment, Yun Qian was seriously watching the Sword Dance, which wasn’t surprising.

What puzzled Xu Chang’an was that even Senior Wen was watching it intently... In fact, if he wasn’t mistaken, there was even some excitement in Wen Li’s eyes.

Excitement...?

Indeed, excitement.

He was certain he wasn’t mistaken.

Senior Sister... what is she excited about?

Swordsmanship?

Even if Ah Qing’s swordsmanship was quite good, it was still not enough to catch Wen Li’s attention.

Then, what about her is making Senior Sister interested?

Xu Chang’an’s rate of blinking gradually increased because he recalled the fleeting glimpse he had seen earlier — the torn skirt of Ah Qing.

Xu Chang’an’s expression began to turn peculiar.

Senior Sister... could it be that she likes girls?

It’s not that he’s maliciously speculating, but a reasonable guess based on Wen Li’s past nearly masculine attire.

In fact, all of Senior Sister’s close relationships were with women, and he hadn’t heard of her having any interaction with men besides himself.

Thinking too much.

Shaking his head, Xu Chang’an cast away the chaotic thoughts.

As her junior, it’s a sin to think this way, so he decided he should find an opportunity to give Senior Sister a few Ice Crystal Fruits as an apology.

Meanwhile, Wen Li actually noticed Xu Chang’an’s peculiar gaze, but she didn’t understand, and coupled with her excessive interest in Ah Qing, she temporarily set Xu Chang’an aside.

She was intensely focused on Ah Qing’s Sword Techniques, preparing to analyze them from the most basic aspects.

There was nothing wrong with the fluctuation of Ah Qing’s Spiritual Power; it was unique to the Open Source Realm.

When she performed her swordsmanship, the cultivation technique she used was extremely inferior, evidently lacking a complete apprenticeship, fitting the definition of a Half-Demon.

However, Ah Qing’s next move caused Wen Li to pause slightly.

Ah Qing put away swordsmanship, and at the transition to the next style of Sword Dance, she slowly struck a pose, holding the Longsword upside down, its tip pointing to the sky, passing through her back and shoulders, and the blade going through her long hair, slightly shaking.

Reverse-hand sword?

With a regular grip, the distance advantage focuses on thrusts and slashes, and there are more flourishes created with the wrist, allowing for larger, more open movements, though less powerful, with the trajectory moving near, far, and near.

This is the most basic sword grip. In contrast, few people use the reverse-hand grip.

Gripping the sword in reverse, the attack range is smaller, focusing on chop, slash, and sweep, differing from the regular grip, being more unpredictable, but much stronger; the shorter distance requires higher body technique, with a movement trajectory of near, far, offering unique effectiveness in surprise attacks.

Of course, this is true for ordinary swordsmen, who can take the best of both grips, but with Ah Qing, it appeared somewhat strange. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Strange to the point of seeming amateurish, completely different from the impressive display she put on.

Sure enough, as Ah Qing began to move, she swung her sword diagonally outwards, slicing off a strand of hair from the back of her head.

Wen Li: "..."

Silent.

Zhu Pingniang: "..."

If you can’t use the reverse-hand sword, you shouldn’t flaunt it. Losing a strand of hair... Zhu Pingniang felt deeply pained.

Wen Li looked at Ah Qing on stage, stiffly staring at the strands of hair on the ground, seemingly not anticipating this outcome either.

Was she really prepared...

Or was she pretending?

Wen Li believed she was pretending.

This kind of careless behavior, cutting off one’s own hair, Wen Li presumed would only happen to Junior Sister Yun.

Yun Qian: "..."