A blessing in disguise.
The old saying came to Zhao Chi's mind.
Tang Ruan had truly been forged in the crucible of last night's battle.
Chased by eighty furious enemies, including their two strongest.
Stabbed by swords and burned by fire, over and over again.
Her skin had been burned away countless times, her muscles pierced by sharp swords, leaving one bloody hole after another.
But she persevered with her tenacious Will.
Her muscles and skin were restored, good as new.
And in that crucible of fire and sword, her Talent had directly Promoted.
It was only natural.
The name of her Talent had changed slightly, just like Zhao Chi's had when it Promoted.
It had gone from the original "Sadomasochism" to "A Love for Sadomasochism."
'A love for it?'
'It's a "love" now?'
Zhao Chi couldn't help but look at Tang Ruan.
Tang Ruan had relaxed by now.
Though her cheeks were still faintly flushed, she was much better than a moment ago.
She was also looking at Zhao Chi.
