Liu Ruoyin stood at the entrance of the private room, her fingertips tightening slightly before she stepped inside after a moment's hesitation.
She looked toward Shen Changchuan by the window—the youth had grown much taller than he had been three years ago, and his features carried a tranquil air.
Yet she was reminded of the cold, decisive ferocity with which he had slain Sun Butong.
"Thank you, Senior, for lending a hand."
She cupped her hands in salute, appearing somewhat restrained.
Although Shen Changchuan had saved her life twice.
In truth,
they had only met twice.
As for their relationship, they truly were not close enough to speak of.
Shen Changchuan raised a hand to gesture for her to sit, poured a cup of tea, and pushed it toward her. His voice was calm and mild.
"I may not even be older than you, so there is no need to call me Senior."
"You jest, Senior. As the saying goes, the accomplished come first. Those with ability naturally deserve the respect of others. To judge solely by age is merely the conduct of those who lean on their years to lord over others."
"With your strength, Senior, you are naturally worthy of such respectful address."
Liu Ruoyin hurriedly said.
Before such a great expert, she did not dare put on airs.
Seeing this,
Shen Changchuan did not insist further.
After a pause, he looked at her, his gaze blazing like torches.
"I heard you arguing with the Beggars Sect earlier. It seemed that the Six Harmonies Sect was implicated because of what happened to me back then?"
Liu Ruoyin's fingertips trembled, and she nearly spilled her tea.
She lowered her head and pressed her lips together before speaking after a long while.
"Since Young Master Shen already knows... yes. When