Gu Xiaoxi quickly turned and ran; all along this path, she had been testing him.
She distinctly felt his Inner Strength, which was indeed stronger than hers, so she accumulated all her power, preparing to strike him at the most critical moment.
It was just to injure him, to escape.
Of course, she also had to ensure not to kill him. After all, this was an exercise, and he wasn't a real enemy; she had to get the intensity just right.
If she didn't injure him, she wouldn't be able to escape.
The night breeze drifted gently, and Gu Xiaoxi had long since vanished.
It wasn't until a long time later, after Zhao Zilong had healed his wounds, that color returned to his face, he retracted his Inner Strength, and exhaled a breath of stale air.
He looked up and gazed at the distant mountains and forests.
His eyes flickered coldly, Gu Xiaoxi—he had certainly remembered her now.
Naturally cunning with a high level of alertness.