Seeing Fang Yourong's deep and enigmatic gaze, Qin Yu obediently conceded, "Senior Sister, don't be angry. I know I'm wrong."
She then pressed her thumb and index finger against her lips and made a silencing gesture.
So well-behaved, it was almost suspicious.
Fang Yourong couldn't help but feel that this Junior Sister was truly someone hard to deal with.
"The cultivators here probably wouldn't choose such a method; most likely, they'll opt for martial demonstrations or musical performances."
Qin Yu seemed thoughtful: "Martial demonstrations? That refers to knife rituals, swordsmanship, or spell arts—I can understand that. Musical performances... because sound can directly access the depths of living souls."
Fang Yourong gave Qin Yu a meaningful look. "Junior Sister seems proficient in such arts?"
Qin Yu replied, "I wouldn't say that. Though clumsy birds need to fly early and learn more to live longer, such refined arts are incredibly difficult to master."
