Still, Shefilya had always worn such a cold and placid expression.
For as long as Lin Mo had known her, he couldn't recall ever seeing any other expression on her face.
But combined with what she had just said, her words were truly stinging.
'How should I put it…'
'According to the popular terms from my past life, would you call this a stoic, sharp-tongued character?'
'And yet, she's incredibly powerful. And as a Maid, she performs her daily duties perfectly, with utmost dedication.'
'Thinking about it that way, it's actually kind of appealing, isn't it?'
'Too bad. In the end, she's someone else's Maid.'
Shaking his head to clear away these stray thoughts, Lin Mo picked up a training Wooden Sword from the nearby rack.
The courtyard happened to be quite large and open, making it perfect for training.
"Alright, let's begin..."
A few moments later, Lin Mo was rubbing the bruises on his body, hissing in pain as he cast two Healing Techniques on himself in quick succession.
