Lin Qianyin's eyes met Liou Yuan's faintly golden pupils directly.
Without responding, she crossed her arms over her chest, her expression cold and solemn.
Anyone else would have shown guilt by now, but Liou Yuan was shameless and pretended to be relaxed, saying: "Why does Miss Sister Lin look at me like that?"
Even Gong Linqing, an outsider, could keenly sense something off about this atmosphere.
His gaze swept back and forth between Liou Yuan and Lin Qianyin.
"It's nothing," Lin Qianyin finally spoke, offering no explanation as she lightly removed the black iron long sword from her back, then bowed.
"I've heard that Mr. Liou's Sword Dao cultivation is remarkable, reminiscent of your brother's style in his youth. I've long admired it, and specifically came to request instruction from Mr. Liou."
"Wait!" Liou Yuan's heart pounded as he hastily raised his hand, saying: "I just came out of seclusion, today isn't suitable for movement..."
Liou Yuan hadn't finished his sentence.
