"Master, you must be joking!"
Xia Xinghe rarely spoke lightly about matters of strength.
Hearing such words from her was like hearing a mountain admit it might crumble.
"I am not joking," Xia Xinghe replied, her tone steady. "Wang Yuyan and I are both at the peak of the Core Formation Realm. In terms of pure cultivation and technique, I have confidence that I can contend with her."
She paused, her gaze lowering slightly as she recalled the encounter.
"However, there is something else within her."
Yun Luofeng's expression slowly shifted from disbelief to unease.
Xia Xinghe's eyes narrowed faintly.
"Something I cannot fully understand, something I cannot even name. It gave me a deeply ominous feeling. If we were to fight without restraint, there is a high likelihood that I would not survive unless I managed to retreat in time. And retreat is never a certainty in battles between cultivators."
She did not exaggerate.
