Qing Zhu sat right down, and only then did Lin Yun take the time to study her carefully.
She was beautiful. Qing Zhu was truly beautiful—not the breathtaking kind, but a beauty that was captivating. However, Lin Yun's mind wasn't focused on her appearance.
After observing her for a moment, Lin Yun was surprised to find that he couldn't see through her strength. To him, Qing Zhu appeared to be nothing more than an ordinary person with no cultivation whatsoever.
'But is that possible?' Lin Yun's intuition told him that Qing Zhu was definitely a Martial Artist, and one no weaker than himself.
There were only two explanations for his inability to gauge her strength. First, the gap between their power was simply too vast. Second, Qing Zhu had learned an advanced technique that allowed her to conceal her true strength.
