"All right, Big Brother Ye. I'll remember."
Zhu Zhuqing nodded earnestly, her little face flushed. Suddenly, she felt that having Big Brother Ye around really put her at ease.
Even for a little practical combat assessment, he had considered everything so thoroughly for her. She did not have to think about anything herself; she only had to follow his methods, without racking her brains over tactics.
It could hardly have been easier.
Zhu Zhuqing decided that she would give a good performance later and not embarrass Big Brother Ye. It would be even better if she could make him see her in a new light and earn a few more words of praise.
Ye Qifeng had no idea what Zhu Zhuqing was thinking. Suddenly remembering something, he spoke gently:
"Oh, Zhuqing, there's one more thing you need to watch out for."
Zhu Zhuqing raised her eyes to Ye Qifeng's handsome face and asked lightly:
"What is it?"
Ye Qifeng's gaze grew slightly odd, his expression subtle as he said:
"Remember not to touch Tang San's Blue Silver Grass."
"You see, a martial soul is essentially an extension of the human body. It naturally possesses some of its owner's abilities, such as the sense of touch."
"A martial soul's sense of touch is almost no different from the body's, and it feeds those sensations back to its owner. Think about it. If Tang San wrapped his Blue Silver Grass around you, wouldn't that be like putting his hands directly..."
Ye Qifeng did not finish, but Zhu Zhuqing already understood. Her expression visibly filled with distaste and revulsion, and she even felt a little sick.
She certainly did not want Tang San's Blue Silver Grass wrapped around her.
Wouldn't that be like putting her own body in his hands?
Wouldn't he then