Their eyes met—no sparks, no hostility, only a faint calmness.
"Hello, Lord Qiao Xing, my name is Lu Luo. It was Ms. Han Shiyu who sent me to learn swordsmanship from you."
Qiao Xing nodded, pointing to the bench beside him.
"Come in and have a seat."
Qi Xinzhu was a bit surprised. According to Han Shiyu, the idea was to try every possible way to have Qiao Xing teach Lu Luo.
She knew Qiao Xing's rigidity and thought she would need to expend some effort to convince him before establishing some connection between Lu Luo and Qiao Xing.
Unexpectedly, Qiao Xing didn't show any impatience towards them, which made things a bit smoother than anticipated.
"Alright, Lord Qiao Xing."
Lu Luo was much quicker to react than Qi Xinzhu. He promptly sat down on the bench, smiling cheerfully at Qiao Xing, waiting for the renowned figure to speak.
Qiao Xing pointed at the Li Ming Emblem.
"Why are you looking at me? Didn't you come here to pray?"
Lu Luo was stunned.
