Lan Shi'er took a sip of tea and said with a light laugh:
"Fellow Daoist, your talent in refining is truly astonishing and enviable. Do you need any refining techniques? I can find some renowned high-level refining techniques within the Blue Sea Realm. Perhaps they would suit you."
"No need. What I'm learning now is already enough."
Jiang Ping An refused without hesitation.
The other party wanted to give him something the moment they met. She clearly had ulterior motives.
He did not like having too many entanglements with others.
Long Ya rested her arm on the table, propped up her chin, and looked at Jiang Ping An. "You really are quite strange. You clearly possess such exceptional talent for refining and could become a great refining master, yet you refuse to study it."
"Senior, this junior already said before that I will not devote too much energy to refining. A person's energy is limited. I mainly cultivate combat."
Jiang Ping An answered politely.
Long Ya traced the purple patterns on her cheek with her fingers, her beautiful eyes fixed on Jiang Ping An across from her. "Oh? So your talent in combat is even greater?"
When people chose a path, they naturally chose the one that was easier to walk.
Between refining and combat, this man had chosen combat. Clearly, his talent for combat surpassed his talent for refining.
"It's decent." Jiang Ping An answered vaguely.
Long Ya sensed the perfunctoriness and distance in Jiang Ping An's tone. She did not press further and instead asked casually:
"Come to think of it, big sister still doesn't know your name."
"Jiang An."
Crack.
The moment Jiang Ping An gave his name, the teacup Lan Shi'er had just lifted was suddenly crushed in her grip.
Long Ya turned her head in