Wishing everyone a happy Mid-Autumn Festival tomorrow!
Ling Xinyao gently patted her chest and said with relief, "You're right. Thank goodness I didn't challenge Sister Yanwu. Otherwise, I'd probably have ended up like Beiming Lingyu, unable to withstand even a single strike."
She had crossed paths with Chen Yanwu in the lounge earlier and had already sensed the powerful aura emanating from her.
Just now, Ling Yunxiao had been the first to intervene, stopping the battle before it spiraled out of control. Chen Yanwu had seen that as well.
Chen Yanwu had been raised by Ling Yunxiao and Chen Hanxin since childhood, and Ling Yunxiao was Ling Xinyao's Seventh Granduncle. Thus, the two girls now addressed each other as sisters.
Zhu Wuxin nodded beside them, agreeing with Ling Xinyao. "I don't know either. She wasn't this strong before, and she's never used this move in a battle against another soul master."
Qing Yue sprang to her feet in excitement, grabbing Chen Xiyuan's arm and shaking it. "Ahhh, Xi Yuan, did you hear that? That move is called Falling Moon! Falling... Moon... what an evocative name!"
"Yanwu really is a genius. Not only is she peerless with both the zither and the sword, even her soul skills have such poetic names!"
Chen Xiyuan shook her head helplessly and scolded her with a laugh. "You hopeless fangirl!"
At that, Qing Yue straightened her clothes and sat upright, declaring with utmost seriousness, "Ahem, Xi Yuan, whether your niece agrees or not, I'm taking her as my disciple this time!"
"Her talent, comprehension, artistry, and skills are the finest I've ever seen."
"Falling Moon-it's clear this girl is destined to be connected with me, Qing Yue!"
Chen Xiyuan's lips twitched. How did that connection make any sense?
Then she teased, "I'm afraid