Inside the carriage, Su Zhining, clad in white garments as pure as snow, sat across from Chen Ming, her deep and clear eyes fixated on him, never shifting away.
Chen Ming had long noticed her gaze, discreetly closing the panel, and asked without showing any emotion, "Why does Miss Su look at me like this?"
"Your progress is much faster than I expected."
Su Zhining's tone remained icy, though her exquisite eyes still focused on him.
Chen Ming laughed, "Miss wouldn't have waited until today to realize that I am a martial arts prodigy."
Su Zhining said, "I have a martial uncle known as a peerless genius once in a century. It took him a year to advance from Fifth Grade to Fourth Grade. With your current progress, you may need less than six months to break into Fourth Grade."
"Miss is overestimating me."
Chen Ming's smile was slightly forced, inwardly cursing the trouble.
