"You were wrong to forget one thing." Ling Yuan spoke unhurriedly, applying a little force with her hand and pinching Deng Tianxin's little face into a bun.
"Wha' thing?" Deng Tianxin asked indistinctly.
Ling Yuan bent down and leaned close to his face, her phoenix eyes narrowing slightly. "You're a junior, and I'm your senior. A junior wanting to marry a senior is a grave disrespect in any sect."
She let go, then flicked Deng Tianxin on the forehead again, this time with a bit more force than before.
"Ow!" Deng Tianxin crouched down, clutching his forehead, with tears nearly spilling from his eyes.
"When you can last three moves under me someday, then come talk to me about this." Ling Yuan straightened up and took out the training manual again, her tone returning to its former indifference. "Now, Soul Power control training."
Deng Tianxin squatted on the ground with one hand over his forehead, looking up at Ling Yuan's impossibly cold and beautiful face. Then he suddenly started chuckling.
"What are you laughing at?" Ling Yuan raised a brow.
"Nothing." Deng Tianxin patted his backside and stood up, unable to suppress the smile at the corners of his mouth. "I just think that Sister Ling Yuan didn't directly reject me just now. You said to talk again after I can last three moves against you, which means I still have a chance."
Ling Yuan's hand paused as she turned the pages.
"Double the training load. Are you eager to give it a try?"
"I'll train! I'll start right now!" Deng Tianxin hurriedly sat down cross-legged.
Ling Yuan stood to one side with her arms folded, watching the little one meditate with his eyes closed. She remained silent for a long time.
The wind passed through the corridor. She lowered