Hearing the murmur behind her, Lin Qingying frowned slightly. She disliked being disturbed while practicing her sword, especially by an outsider.
Still, she did not turn around immediately. Instead, she held her sword and lowered her head in thought, reflecting on her earlier Sword Momentum.
She cultivated the Supreme Gentle Sword Intent, but the key to supreme gentleness lay in "supreme"-the utmost limit. That limit was difficult to grasp. Exceed it, and her Sword Intent would scatter; fall short, and it would lack perfection, leaving openings.
As she reviewed it now, she realized that her Sword Intent had indeed scattered slightly. She had exceeded the limit of supreme gentleness. Such a mistake in battle would leave a tremendous opening.
However, only someone whose swordsmanship was at least on par with hers could detect such an opening.
"You know the sword too?"
Lin Qingying turned, her eyes as cool and clear as the moon settling on Li Hao with a trace of suspicion.
Anyone whose Sword Dao could rival hers would at least be on the level of a Saint Child in the sacred land.
How could someone like that end up gravely wounded here and just happen to be rescued by her? Had he approached her deliberately, or was it merely a coincidence?
"Uh, I was just making an idle comment."
Seeing the suspicion in her eyes, Li Hao hurriedly changed his tune.
His tongue had slipped earlier, and he had meant well. After all, she had saved his life.
But his injuries had yet to heal. Revealing too much now could easily invite unnecessary suspicion and trouble.
"An idle comment?"
Lin Qingying raised an eyebrow. An idle comment that just happened to pinpoint her mistake? That would not fool even a child.
She scrutinized Li Hao and asked, "How