After the time it took to drink a cup of tea, Yang Lingtian slowly withdrew his fingers.
"Miss, your injuries are no longer serious. You only need to recuperate for a few more days, and you'll make a full recovery." His tone was calm.
Liu Ruyan slowly opened her beautiful eyes. Light flowed through them, and it was clear that her injuries had already recovered by seventy or eighty percent.
She rose to her feet and gave Yang Lingtian a graceful bow.
"This humble girl is Liu Ruyan. Thank you, Young Master, for saving my life. I will never forget your great kindness."
Her voice held a trace of sincere gratitude, but deep in her eyes, there remained a barely perceptible hint of scrutiny.
Yang Lingtian waved his hand and said indifferently, "It was just a small favor. There's no need to mention it."
He paused, then continued, "My name is Yang Tianling. I'm merely a Rogue Cultivator. I've always liked to draw my sword and help whenever I see injustice."
Obviously, he had no intention of revealing his true identity, so he had made up a false name to fool her.
"Yang Tianling..."
Liu Ruyan silently repeated the name in her heart, trying to search her memories for information about him.
But her efforts came to nothing.
Whether in the Central Continent or the other great continents, she had apparently never heard of a Rogue Cultivator who was so young yet so powerful.
Could he be some old monster from a hidden world who deliberately took on a youthful appearance?
Or perhaps he's an unparalleled prodigy secretly nurtured by some supreme power, making his first venture into the world to gain experience?
Thoughts raced through Liu Ruyan's mind, but her face remained impassive. She still wore an expression of