This sudden revelation made Zhao Rong unable to help but mutter... had he accidentally unlocked a strange attribute of his senior martial sister? It felt like the script that followed might be somewhat off.
The young Confucian scholar's imperceptible frown deepened slightly.
Zhao Rong showed modesty, waving his hand.
"You flatter me too much, Sister Ning. It's just some absurd views, nowhere near as good as what the other brothers at the Academy discuss," he said earnestly, but the Sister Ning in front of him didn't continue to insist on praising him as naively and sweetly as he expected.
"Oh, is that so?"
Ning Ying nodded in understanding.
Then she narrowed her apricot eyes and glanced at the cautious and humble Zhao Rong.
Her lips parted, her teeth gleaming like a string of pearls, her voice crisp, "Then Master Zhao is also very impressive, not much inferior to those 'Reading Seeds' of the academy; indeed, Sister Lingfei has a good eye."
