Lu Ying was deep in thought when suddenly there came a loud "thump."
Her forehead was knocked, making her wince in pain and hiss. She glared at Chen Yi: "You interrupted my train of thought."
"Interrupted it, so what? Why are you always thinking about so much at your age? Thinking and thinking all day." Chen Yi showed no sign of remorse for disrupting her thoughts, instead wearing a mischievous grin.
Her thoughts cut short, Lu Ying looked visibly annoyed and huffed:
"You say I'm young, but you don't even know what I'm thinking about."
"Oh? What are you thinking about?"
"Heading to Chongyang Sword Pond—if it wasn't me going, perhaps it'd be fine. But if it's me going, everyone talks about my Daoist heart being pure like a crane's. If I can't attain any fortuitous encounters, I'll bring shame to Master and disappoint everyone."
As Lu Ying spoke, a worried expression hung on her face.
Chen Yi replied, "You're worried about that?"
