Forging a Connection

Inside the cabin, Leng Qiu kept her head down, hardly daring to breathe.

Leng Yan watched her younger kinswoman on the light screen and shook her head to herself.

Forget it.

She could not be bothered to press the matter further.

"Enough about that." Leng Yan changed the subject. "That Lu Zhen in your Special Training Camp—what do you think of him?"

Lu Zhen? Leng Qiu's heart lurched.

She instinctively thought her secret feelings had been seen through.

But after a moment's thought, she realized her older kinswoman's tone was calm. Clearly, she was only asking about official business.

Feeling guilty as a thief, Leng Qiu quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Lu Zhen... is exceptionally talented." Leng Qiu chose her words carefully. "His comprehension is remarkable, he improves rapidly, and he took first place in this training by a huge margin."

"However."

Leng Qiu paused, then said softly, "He comes from a small world, after all. If he wants to enter your Tai'e Sword Academy, I'm afraid he still has some way to go."

Some way to go?

On the other end of the screen, surprise flickered through Leng Yan's eyes.

Leng Qiu did not know Lu Zhen had already reached the Second Law Realm?

That boy had hidden it well!

With talent like that, he had kept his composure even before his instructor, revealing nothing.

Leng Yan's opinion of Lu Zhen rose another notch.

"I see."

Leng Yan's expression remained unchanged. "You should rein in your own thoughts as well. Take care of yourself."

Click.

The light screen dimmed, and the call ended.

Leng Qiu stood motionless in the cabin for a long time.

Perhaps it was because her older kinswoman had just mentioned that name.

She pressed her lips together, and her gaze slipped beyond her control