Yu Xuan studied Lingluo for a long moment, his sharp gaze taking in her stance, her aura, her calmness.
'She's grown a lot.', he thought.
Though she looked carefree on the surface, his instincts whispered otherwise — if they ever fought seriously, she'd be no pushover. That punch she'd landed earlier wasn't enough to injure him, but it had carried weight. Enough to sting. Enough to remind him that his big sister was no longer just "big" in name.
As he thought, the crowd around them began to thin. Most disciples weren't foolish enough to linger. The shorty, however, showed no fear — after finishing her round of kicks at the Soul Nurturing disciples, she swaggered over toward the twitching Ye Chen.
Yu Xuan ignored her for now and turned back to Lingluo. His tone softened.
"Anyway… how have you been, Sister? Are you having a hard time here? If you are, I can always ask my master to request—"
