Crawling out of that life-threatening grotto, both Fang Hao and Mu Fenghua breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as if they had taken a stroll before the Gates of Hell and returned.
The two looked at each other, and there was something different in their eyes.
Before, they were just temporary partners who were guarded and polite to each other; now, at least they could be considered 'comrades-in-arms' who had shouldered guns together and shared the spoils, and that bit of awkwardness had faded quite a bit.
'Just now... thank you.' Mu Fenghua smoothed her slightly disheveled sideburns, her voice softer than before.
She was not an ungrateful person; if Fang Hao hadn't risked pulling the sword intent grass and forcefully resisting the Sword Qi just now, let alone obtaining the star soul of the sword, it would be questionable whether she could have come out in one piece.
She kept this favor in her heart.
