Long Yue carefully put away the small bundle Duanmu Nan gave her, even if it meant getting drenched by the rain, she wanted to protect the small bundle.
Duanmu Nan watched her adorable appearance, his gaze growing deeper.
"Master, what exactly is your martial art practice? Why is it so strong? Even the rain doesn't touch you?"
Long Yue felt particularly miserable, drenched by the rain like a soaked hen, while her master remained untouched. Her curiosity was instantly piqued.
Duanmu Nan just smiled faintly and said, "Just the Inner Strength of Bailing Valley."
"What kind of Inner Strength? It's so powerful?"
Long Yue's big eyes rolled with curiosity and liveliness. Looking at her, there was a moment when Duanmu Nan wanted to escape far away with her.
But, he knew it was impossible.
Not to mention his identity as a disciple of Bailing Valley, would Yue'er be willing?
If she were willing, he wouldn't be in such pain.
