When Ling Shuiyao mentioned a sparring match, Tang Ziqing and Wang Wanxi both looked at her, while Ghost and Yun Xiaotian were more direct, their faces full of schadenfreude.
"What, can't we fight?" Ling Shuiyao raised her chin and questioned.
Lin Tian sat still, without any intention of moving, and said calmly, "Miss Shuiyao is mistaken. I am a protector not by force, but because of this; I am a healer." As he spoke, he unwound a golden thread from his wrist, wrapping it around his palm.
"What is this thing?" Ling Shuiyao frowned.
Beside her, the Ling Pavilion Master suddenly stood up with wide eyes. This intense reaction startled everyone, making them think something had happened.
"Aunt, what's the matter? It's just a golden thread." Ling Shuiyao said nonchalantly.
