In a very short time, Liu Yunxiang understood the truth of the matter.
Clearly, this was a cultivator who did not forget to research mathematical problems and ponder spells even while traveling. Such seekers of the Dao, so single-minded in their pursuit that they became obsessed, were not typical among cultivators, but neither were they rare.
Moreover, there was no mistaking the cultivation methods of her own sect, and the "attack" just now had caused no real harm. Liu Yunxiang had no intention of pursuing the matter further. The old man waved his hand, driving away the Myriad Dharma Sect disciples who had gathered to watch, then said, "Make yourselves at home," before returning to his room.
The only ones still standing before the girl were Wang Qi, Huangfu Lian, and Mo Zhenzhen, who were nearest.
The girl reached into her storage pouch and took out a pair of plain white chopsticks wrapped in a handkerchief, then lowered her head to tend to the roasted meat. Her bangs hung down, concealing her large, bright eyes. Though her face showed little expression, Wang Qi could not help imagining flashes of brilliance gleaming in her gaze.
What was this?
Shouldn't a foodie girl falling from the heavens crash onto a balcony, pretend to be a quilt hung out to dry, then say in a soft, adorable voice, "I'm hungry. If you can let me have a full meal, I'll be very grateful"? What was with silently snatching someone else's dinner? She hadn't even said, "Thank you, you look just like my big brother"!
Come to think of it, the moment I mentioned a girl falling from the heavens, someone really did fall down. Wasn't that transition a little too stiff to be real?
Huangfu Lian said softly, "This feels pretty awkward... Shouldn't