A simple sweep of her spiritual sense across Yueliang's sword pool revealed that the little fellow was still very cautious, slowly probing forward with its body wrapped in a cluster of sword qi, refining it bit by bit. Nodding with satisfaction, she turned her attention away.
Before entering the sword pool, Liuchuan had tactfully detached himself from her wrist and taken up guard at the entrance, preventing any mindless interruptions to Jian's session.
Only then did Jian strip off her Dharma robe, let her inky black hair fall loose, and step barefoot into the sword pool. Hazy mist enveloped her, and the sword qi of the pool brushed against her skin without leaving so much as a scratch.
Chapter 865