Liu Ruyin stood at the private room's entrance, her fingertips tightening slightly. After hesitating for a moment, she finally stepped inside.
She looked toward Shen Changchuan by the window—the youth had grown far more upright than he had been three years ago, and there was a calmness between his brows and eyes.
Yet it made her recall the decisive, murderous sharpness he had displayed when he slew Sun Butong.
"Thank you, Senior, for coming to my aid."
She cupped her hands in salute, looking somewhat restrained.
Although Shen Changchuan had saved her life twice, in truth, they had met only twice in all.
If one spoke of their relationship, they truly were not close at all.
Shen Changchuan raised a hand to indicate that she should sit, poured her a cup of tea, and pushed it over. His voice was calm and gentle.
"I may not even be older than you, so there's no need to call me Senior."
"You jest, Senior. As the saying goes, the accomplished come first. Those with ability naturally deserve the respect of others; judging solely by age is nothing more than the conduct of those who flaunt their seniority."
"With your strength, Senior, you are naturally worthy of such respectful address."
Liu Ruyin hurriedly said.
Before such a great master, she did not dare put on airs.
Seeing this, Shen Changchuan did not press the matter further.
He paused, his gaze fixed on her, keen as a torch.
"I heard you arguing with the Beggars' Sect earlier. It seemed that the Six Harmonies Sect was implicated because of what happened with me back then?"
Liu Ruyin's fingertips trembled, and she nearly spilled her tea.
She lowered her head and pressed her lips together before speaking after a long while.
"Since Young Master Shen already