The only thing that Qin Qianluo could give Him a slight headache was the sword beneath her that exuded a mysterious and ancient aura.
The sword seemed to contain some kind of powerful, unknown force.
However, in His eyes, Qin Qianluo, who had lost all her spiritual power, was like a tiger without sharp teeth and claws, posing no threat whatsoever, and was not to be feared at all.
If she still possessed spiritual power, given her personality and style of doing things, why would she have simply arrived by sword and appeared here so discreetly and reservedly?
Having figured out these key points and the stakes involved, Tiandao's originally anxious and agitated state of mind gradually receded like the tide.
The annoyance that had just arisen from Qin Qianluo's easily revealing herself with those slightly teasing, contemptuous, and provocative words dissipated considerably, much like smoke.
He pretended to remain indifferent, like a still pond.
His deep, abyss-like gaze coldly stared at Qin Qianluo, who sat cross-legged, a hint of barely perceptible contempt and mockery flashing in his eyes.
He couldn't help but sneer inwardly. Hmph, Qin Qianluo is just putting on a brave face and pretending to be strong.
Like a trapped beast making a final, futile struggle.
Therefore, He was no longer in a hurry. He might as well slowly tease the prey that was about to be captured and watch her struggle in vain under His control.
Slowly exhausting one's last bit of strength has a unique and satisfying quality, full of a sense of control.
Then, the Heavenly Dao slowly spoke, its voice much more normal, yet subtly carrying a hint of mockery, amusement, and an undeniable sense of oppression: "You summoned me to appear, what do you wish to ask?"
The sound echoed slowly in the almost frozen silence of the world.
It was as if an invisible, heavy pressure, like an invisible mountain, was pressing down on Qin Qianluo.
Just now, the surround sound that raged in her ears like a tsunami made Qin Qianluo's eardrums hurt, as if the whole world had been turned upside down by this shrill sound.
Now, the annoying sound has finally receded like the tide, returning to normal, allowing her tense nerves to relax a little.
Qin Qianluo slightly curved her lips, the curve of which resembled a slender crescent moon in the night sky.
A faint smile, tinged with cunning and confidence, crept onto her face.
Hmph, trying to outwit her? Heaven has really chosen the wrong opponent; she's simply overestimating herself.
Over the years, she has navigated the treacherous waters of the imperial court, engaging in a battle of wits and courage with those learned and cunning scholars and officials.
Every confrontation was like a thrilling and fierce battle.
In this long game, she went through countless schemes and counter-schemes. Every success and setback was like a carving knife, sculpting her into someone more and more sharp and intelligent.
Even the most dull-witted and guileless person, day after day, has to navigate the complex and cunning world of people.
Over time, they will inevitably acquire some cunning and learn some methods of scheming.
Moreover, Qin Qianluo was by no means a simple-minded, easily manipulated mediocre person; her wisdom and strategy had already shone brightly through countless experiences.
However, at this moment, listening to Tiandao's words, which were full of "you" and "I," and were written in a literary but stiff and lifeless manner, she couldn't help but feel a strong sense of disgust.
Compared to those scholars who quoted extensively from classical texts and uttered witty remarks, whose words flowed naturally and were full of profound meaning, each sentence seemed like a carefully crafted work of art.
The way of Heaven is expressed in such a way that it is hard to listen to, like rough sand that makes people feel irritable.
You don't know until you compare; the difference is as obvious as a chasm.
Her thoughts drifted back to the past, when she cleverly devised a plan and arranged for those eloquent scholars to travel around and persuade others with their silver tongues.
Looking back now, those scenes are still vivid in her mind, and a faint sense of guilt, like a spider's thread, wells up in her heart.
But this feeling of guilt was like a fleeting shooting star in the night sky; before she could savor it, it vanished without a trace, not even lingering for a moment longer.
After all, she had experienced firsthand how formidable those people were.
The verbal attacks and written criticisms of intellectuals were like a barrage of arrows in a storm, sharp and merciless.
Those sharp and sarcastic words are like poisoned arrows; if you're not careful, they can penetrate your psychological defenses.
It leaves deep, unhealable wounds on the soul, causing unbearable pain.
She casually placed her hand on the hilt of the sword, her movement natural and fluid.
It was as if they were afraid of accidentally falling from this height and instinctively needed to use the support to stabilize themselves.
The feel of the sword hilt in her palm was familiar and reassuring, as if it gave her an invisible strength.
After completing this series of seemingly unintentional actions, Qin Qianluo slowly raised her head, her gaze calm and profound.
Like a bottomless pool, its mysteries remain unfathomable.
Her voice was unhurried, carrying an innate calm and composure, as if all the strife and clamor of the world could not shake the peace in her heart.
"As I said before, I miss you and always want to see what you look like."
To be honest, I do have quite a few doubts lingering in my mind. I wonder if you would be willing to clear up these and a few of my confusions?
Her words flowed slowly through the air, each one seemingly carrying an invisible magic.
Like an undercurrent, it quietly surged in the tranquil space, impossible to ignore, as if some force was drawing the listener's thoughts in and immersing them in it.
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