Lu PingAn himself did not care much about what Xia Qin had revealed. He had expected it long ago.
Back then, so many of them had spent ten years honing themselves here. The personal life experiences that had never been required to remain confidential could easily spill out in a barroom boast, revealing heaps of their past.
Such things were difficult to keep secret, and there was no need to. But when the person hearing those boasts was one of the higher-ups of an entire world, and those stories became the locals' source of intelligence about the outside world and leverage in negotiations with him, he had to take them seriously.
"Come in. I'm not angry."
Watching the somewhat embarrassed captain, Lu PingAn sighed helplessly.
He truly did not care. If anything, once this information spread, it could become part of his "reputation." But Xia Qin still seemed to be that overly serious girl, too embarrassed to face him.
"I wasn't worried about that."
She walked in somewhat awkwardly and sat in the chair beside him, giving Lu PingAn a chance to properly examine this familiar person.
She still had that familiar short bob, except a streak of silver now ran through the hair before her forehead, like a highlight. On her familiar cheeks, beneath that tear mole, were two distinct dark knife scars.
As a sword saint who cultivated an indestructible body, the years had left no obvious marks on her face. Yet the woman's bearing had become like steel tempered a thousand times.
Just by looking into those long, black Slender Phoenix Eyes, Lu PingAn saw not only the same unyielding strength as before, but also something like a blade. This was not merely a figure of speech. This woman could now truly kill with her gaze.
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