Lerou flattened the hemline of her sword clothes and moved her butt onto the chair slowly.
"Well... It seems all right indeed."
She pressed herself against the chair lightly and mumbled. Then, she gradually put her weight on it.
After confirming nothing would happen, she was slightly relaxed and said with a sigh, "Alas. I've underestimated the quality of the chair. I should have cut... Argh!"
Clang! The chair leg was broken and the cut log was thrown far away. Amidst a shout, Lerou's body suddenly sank and inclined aside. Before she could exert the spiritual power to protect herself, she had thumped to the ground.
"Alas... Ouch..."
Lerou lay back against the ground and yelled in pain, covering her waist and staring at the chair in exasperation... Luckily, she was a cultivator. It was
