Jiang Yang sprang to his feet, reaching for his sword as he said:
"Let's agree on this first: I was practicing techniques in my cave abode just now, and my true essence is running low. We'll stop short of hurting each other."
Jiang Yang knew what Chu Qingjian enjoyed. Although his true essence had yet to recover to even twenty percent after taking an elixir, a little sparring would pose no problem.
His senior sister would be leaving in the next couple of days. He could hardly refuse such a small request, so he nodded in agreement.
Chu Qingjian was taken aback at first. Then, seeing his preparations, she could hardly fail to realize that Jiang Yang had misunderstood. With a sigh, she reached out to stop him.
"Wait, junior brother. That isn't what I meant."
Jiang Yang had just hung the Spirit Sword at his waist. He paused at her words and could not help asking:
"What? Didn't you want to pit our techniques against each other and have a fight?"
"Let's set that aside for now."
Chu Qingjian lowered her head and pressed a hand to her forehead. Then she drew another deep breath, made an effort to thrust out her full, rounded chest, and turned squarely toward Jiang Yang with a smile.
"What do you think of me, junior brother? Am I pretty? Am I pleasing enough to your eye?"
The sight dazzled Jiang Yang for a moment. Faced with her string of questions, he vaguely sensed a change in the atmosphere.
"Of course, you're very... very nice."
"Be more specific."
Chu Qingjian still did not seem reassured, so Jiang Yang had no choice but to elaborate:
"Uh, senior sister, you're beautiful, valiant, and composed. I admire you greatly. You're also candid by nature, hate evil as