“Eh? What a coincidence, brother’s surname is Liu, and his given name also has only the character ‘Qing’. Aren’t we just like a pair of dragonflies?”

Charlotte Harris blushed again, straightened up and said:

“My name is the ‘Ting’ from ‘pavilions and towers’, not the ‘Ting’ from ‘dragonfly’. And since you claim to be an immortal, why do you speak... so...”

Grace Miller couldn’t help but take another step forward and said:

“Actually, I’m not the ‘Qing’ from ‘dragonfly’ either, but the ‘Qing’ from ‘clear water’ or ‘upright official’. And all immortals talk like me—Ji Gong is even more unruly than I am.”

Charlotte Harris felt this “immortal” was full of nonsense and completely unreliable, but since she had seen him descend from the sky with her own eyes, she couldn’t help but believe him a little. So she said:

“Alright, I’ve told you my name. Now hurry up and prove you’re an immortal.”

Grace Miller thought over the spells he had learned. The lowest-level ones were too embarrassing to show, and the high-level ones he couldn’t use for now, so he had to settle for a mid-level “Sword Qi Finger”. He cleared his throat and said:

“Turn around and watch your immortal brother show off his skills.”

Charlotte Harris hesitated for a moment, blushing as she turned around to face Grace Miller, and was shocked—just a moment ago, they were six steps apart, but now they were less than three feet away! She cried out in surprise and lowered her head, saying:

“Why... why don’t you conjure some clothes for yourself?”

Grace Harris was a sword god in the heavenly court, unmatched in combat, but his other magical skills were far inferior. Of course, he wouldn’t admit this in front of a beautiful girl, so he said:

“Immortals, of course, must be extraordinary and transcend the mundane. My appearance is to sense the natural wind and absorb the energy of heaven and earth. Miss, you must look with discerning eyes.”

Charlotte Harris listened to his eloquent explanation, unsure if it was true or not, and reluctantly turned her head, staring fixedly at Grace Miller’s face, afraid to look anywhere she shouldn’t.

Grace Miller also looked at her with a serious expression, but inside he was overjoyed. She really was a beauty—a super beauty, looking only sixteen or seventeen, with big, dark eyes, a hint of charm in her innocence, a small upturned nose showing a stubborn spirit, and tightly closed thin lips, the corners trembling slightly with excitement and wariness.

Grace Miller silently swore to the heavens: No matter who ends up controlling love in this world, even if I have to destroy heaven and earth, slay gods and Buddhas, I must win her over. There are countless fairy maidens in the heavens, but none possess such pure and natural beauty.

Charlotte Harris saw the sword god suddenly become solemn and thought he was gathering his power. She widened her eyes in curiosity, and suddenly saw him exhale, smile ambiguously, and say:

“Just seeing a beauty doubles my power. Watch this!”

Grace Miller extended his right index finger and pointed at a large tree a dozen steps away. An invisible, colorless “Sword Qi Finger” shot through the air, and several branches floated down. Grace Miller withdrew his finger and blew lightly on the fingertip.

Charlotte Harris was both surprised and delighted, now half believing in this “immortal brother”. She ran under the tree, picked up a fallen branch, and saw that the cut, as thick as her wrist, was perfectly smooth. Even with a sword in hand, she could never achieve this, nor could her master, let alone from such a distance.

Charlotte Harris thought to herself: Heaven has eyes, sending an immortal to help me take revenge. She had no idea that this sword god had just threatened the heavens in his heart. She ran over, knelt down with a thud, and tears streamed down as she said:

“Sword God, please help me avenge my father. I am willing to do anything to repay your great kindness.”

Grace Miller chuckled inwardly—no need to be a servant, being a wife would be better. But he mustn’t reveal his true intentions too soon; his lecherous side must be hidden behind a heroic facade. So he tilted his head forty-five degrees and said solemnly:

“To uphold justice, punish evil, fight crime, and help beauties is the immortal’s unshirkable duty. Whoever bullies you, just tell your immortal brother. I’ll point my finger, and peace will reign under heaven.”

Charlotte Harris wiped away her tears and suddenly felt that, even though he was an immortal, it wasn’t proper to kneel before his thigh, so she stood up, tilted her head forty degrees, and flashed a brilliant smile, saying:

“You’re an immortal brother... naturally invincible. No matter how powerful that villain is, he’s no match for you. But he has many subordinates, some of whom know magic. I’m just afraid...”

Grace Miller saw that the little beauty seemed to doubt his abilities, so he pointed again. A large tree twenty steps away fell at his gesture, leaving only a stump less than a man’s height. Then he stood with hands on hips, saying nothing.

Charlotte Harris was so shocked her little mouth couldn’t close. Cutting branches with sword qi was already amazing, but still within human capability. Casually felling a large tree, however, was far beyond mortal limits. She no longer doubted and quietly pleaded:

“Sword God brother, now I believe you. You really are an immortal, here to help me avenge my father. If my father’s spirit knows...”

As she spoke, tears flowed again.

Grace Miller was so moved by her calling him “Sword God brother” that his soul nearly left his body, and what remained felt as if he’d drunk too much old wine, dizzy and dazed. Without even asking who her enemy was, he shouted:

“Let’s go, we’ll get your revenge right now!”

Charlotte Harris was overjoyed and was about to explain the situation when suddenly the sound of galloping hooves came from afar. Her expression changed as she said:

“Oh no, the Eagle Claws are coming.”