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At Li Chen's invitation to spar, a flicker of surprise crossed He Ying's eyes before she broke into a smile. "Since you're interested, Young Master Li, I'll gladly oblige."

She still carried herself as his senior, thinking this was the perfect opportunity to offer this interesting young man some guidance.

She would also let this young disciple of Heavenly Strategy see how powerful the outside sects were.

He Ying was especially confident in her palm techniques.

Dai Xiaoyao immediately slapped the table in approval. "No time like the present! The backyard is spacious-perfect for sparring."

Then he clutched his stomach. "Oh, my stomach's acting up. You two go ahead. I'll be right back."

Xuan Ji tactfully rose as well. "I'll go arrange our lodgings for tonight."

In the blink of an eye, only Li Chen and He Ying remained in the spacious hall.

Moonlight spilled through the carved window lattice, bathing the beautiful mature woman in a sheen of silver.

The backyard training ground was paved with bluestone slabs and surrounded by ancient trees.

He Ying removed her outer robe, revealing her close-fitting training outfit.

In the moonlight, her voluptuous figure traced breathtaking curves.

"Young Master Li, please." He Ying assumed her stance and gently raised her delicate hand, her sleeve slipping down to reveal half a snow-white, lotus-root-smooth arm.

Li Chen smiled faintly. "After you, Sect Master He."

He Ying did not stand on ceremony. She lightly pushed off with her dainty foot and swept toward him like a swallow.

Her Flowing Cloud Palm emphasized the seamless grace of drifting clouds and flowing water, each gust from her palms carrying a fragrant breeze.

Its power was firm and forceful, while her movements were subtle and elusive as a phantom.

At first, He Ying still offered Li Chen pointers, intending