Liu Ga grew a little flustered under Lu Jue's gaze. He instinctively avoided eye contact, his lips moving soundlessly a few times as a flicker of struggle crossed his face. In the end, he only mumbled vaguely, "J-Just don't ask, Brother Jue! Anyway, there's nothing wrong with where it came from!"
"Speak!"
"It was me!"
A woman's voice rang out from behind them, breaking the standoff in the corner.
Lu Jue and Liu Ga turned at the same time. Tang Ning was standing a few steps away, though no one knew when she had arrived. She still looked as poised as ever, but a trace of nervousness lingered on her fair face, and her slender fingers unconsciously twisted the hem of her clothes.
She wore a short, fitted set of blue Training Clothes, exposing a slim stretch of waist that could be encircled with one hand. Her skin was dazzlingly fair, while the smooth, taut line of her waist revealed the flexibility and strength forged through years of training.
She wore matching athletic shorts below, their hems cut cleanly to display her astonishingly straight, long legs without reservation. From her toned thighs to her knees, then down to her calves and ankles, every curve seemed to have been painstakingly sculpted by the Creator.
The moment Liu Ga saw Tang Ning, it was as though he had seen a savior. He let out a sharp breath of relief, quickly lowered his head, and stammered, "Um, I-I need to use the bathroom!"
With that, he slipped away as though fleeing for his life, leaving the space to Lu Jue and Tang Ning.
Only the two of them remained in the corner. The atmosphere congealed for a moment, and the clamor of the nearby spectators seemed to be cut off by an invisible