What Mei Liang didn't realize was that Xiang Long Wei, though only in his twenties, had been practicing martial arts since he was a child. He had traveled to countless empires and kingdoms to hone his skills. How could he not see through her?
Her stance, the precision of her strikes—everything about her movements told him she was far from an amateur. Compared to some of the imperial guards, her skills were more than decent. She could even hold her own against trained assassins.
Still, he found her attempt to deceive him rather amusing. He didn't expose her lie, choosing instead to play along.
"Just take it. You might need it later," Xiang Long Wei said coolly. "If the assassins really come, I won't have time to protect you. And if you can't defend yourself… you'll die."
He said it as if it were a trivial matter, but the slight tug at the corner of his mouth betrayed his amusement. He was holding back a smile.
