Not long after Nan Huaiyun left, Ning Shiqin came jogging in from outside.
When she saw Tang Yu, a hint of a smile and curiosity appeared on her aloof, stunningly beautiful face.
"Young Master Tang, did you make my master angry?"
"How could that be? I'm so lovable—how could I possibly make her angry?"
Tang Yu stubbornly refused to admit it.
"Oh, all right. Master asked me to take you to look at the secret manuals. Come with me."
Ning Shiqin beckoned Tang Yu over, her eyes full of anticipation.
She wondered whether this guy could master all of her Nine Springs Mountain's ancient martial arts manuals in one go!
After secretly learning alongside Tang Yu for a while last time, she had already cultivated both techniques to perfection over the past few days!
Secret learning! Secret learning! I have to secretly learn from him!
"Oh, right. I'll be a guest elder of your Nine Springs Mountain from now on. By seniority, shouldn't you be calling me Martial Uncle or something?"
Tang Yu trotted after her and asked with a grin.
"You're a guest elder, not someone from my master's generation. I'm not calling you Martial Uncle."
Ning Shiqin stuck out her tongue. Though she looked aloof, she was actually quite mischievous in private.
"That does make sense."
Tang Yu nodded, genuinely convinced.
He walked behind Ning Shiqin and watched her for a while before suddenly reaching out toward her waist.
"Ah! What are you doing?!"
Ning Shiqin spun around in fright, then quickly retreated two steps, putting some distance between herself and this creepy old man.
"I noticed your posture looked a little off when you walked. Do you have a slight anterior pelvic tilt? When I touched you just now, your lumbar vertebrae seemed a little sunken in.