"Y-Your arm is healed?" Su Han blurted out.
The woman lowered her head to look at her left arm, then gently raised it and moved it twice. "It's healed. Thank you for worrying about me, senior brother Su. If your Buddha light hadn't arrived in time that day, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to keep this arm."
Su Han waved his hand. "It wasn't my achievement alone. You all held the line up front. I merely gave the final push."
The woman laughed, her voice as crisp as a stream striking stones. "Why are you being so modest, senior brother Su? Do you know what they're saying about you outside? They say you're Buddha reincarnated, that your palm strike collapsed the lair of those evil things in one blow. Some even say you ascended long ago and came down to the mortal world specifically to save everyone."
"Utter nonsense." Su Han frowned.
"I know it's nonsense." The woman stepped forward and stood before Su Han, tilting up her face to look at him. "That's why I came to ask you specifically—what really happened? I want to hear the truth."
Su Han looked down at her. From this angle, he could see a tiny red mole on her earlobe. Against her plain white clothes, it resembled a dot of cinnabar. Her eyes were deep brown, reflecting the shadows of the parasol tree leaves and a small patch of sky.
"Who are you?" Su Han asked.
"My surname is Shen. Shen Qingdai, an independent cultivator. That day, I followed the North Nether Sword Sect's group to lend a hand. I left after the battle. I hadn't planned on coming to join the excitement today, but my father..." She paused. "My father insisted that I come and thank you in person."