Hu Liena keenly caught the instant Xiao Yin froze, and her heart gave an inexplicable little jump.
It was not fear, but a complicated emotion even she herself could not explain.
The man before her had stirred up storms in Spirit City and had even drawn the Grand Pontiff into action... yet now, he was studying her.
Amid her tension, it somehow stirred a faint, indescribable flutter within her.
Perhaps it was because they were peers, yet their strength and circumstances had already become as different as clouds and mud.
The image of him facing Tang Hao head-on during the finals had long been deeply etched into her heart. It was the shock of absolute power, mixed with complicated feelings over someone her own age reaching such heights.
This was also Xiao Yin's first time observing Hu Liena from such close range.
Setting aside Spirit Hall's position, she truly was an exceptional woman in talent, temperament, and appearance alike.
Seeing that even after entering, her body remained taut and her fingers clenched around her sword hilt, as though she were ready to attack or flee at any moment, Xiao Yin could not help finding it a little amusing.
He casually pointed toward a relatively clean patch of open ground elsewhere in the room and said mildly, "Relax, Miss Hu Liena. This place is still relatively safe for now, and I have no interest in attacking an exhausted lady. Sit."
Hu Liena did not sit immediately. Her violet eyes remained fixed on Xiao Yin, as if she wanted to see through his calm exterior and uncover his true intentions.
After several seconds of silence, she slowly walked over as instructed. Yet she did not completely relax, sitting in a posture that allowed her to exert herself at any time. Getting straight