"My name?"
She blinked, then smiled.
Clasping her hands, she bowed politely as she formally introduced herself.
"This one's name is Jing Lu, an outer disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect."
Her voice was soft and gentle as she spoke, yet carried a modest sharpness beneath it—like a sword resting quietly in its sheath, revealing its softness only before its dangerous edge unfolds.
Li Feng nodded, committing her name to his memory.
His hand was still molding that soft, pale flesh, but he smiled as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"Junior Sister Jing is truly knowledgeable. If it weren't for you, I might have suffered quite a bit."
Hearing his praise, Jing Lu waved her hand modestly and shook her head.
"This is nothing, Senior. I've had some encounters with those Fire Yang Sect disciples in the past, so I know a bit about their methods."
