At his words,
Ning Jianli's lips parted in a trembling whisper, as if relieved and guilty at the same time.
"...S–Senior Brother…"
She thought of repaying him, but now… she felt as if the debt kept growing.
She knew those pure waves of Yang and the pure spiritual Qi he poured into her were priceless.
It must be some powerful technique or even something unique to him.
Yet she had received them without giving anything in return.
Her guilt tightened in her chest.
'I… I have nothing equal to give him…'
As a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect, she had been taught to repay both favor and hatred.
Right now, she felt as if the favor Li Feng had bestowed upon her was already stacking to a suffocating degree, to the point that she almost felt afraid.
Her fingers curled weakly around the sheet as she looked at Li Feng timidly.
Li Feng's heart thumped, desire surging at the sight of this serious, sharp woman now looking like a helpless sheep.
