"Well? This martial art packs quite a punch, doesn't it?"
Like a petal drifting lightly down, Ling Qingzhu descended leisurely from the air, her graceful figure resembling a willow branch swaying in a gentle breeze.
She blinked her beautiful eyes, bright as stars and radiant with every glance, and watched Xiao Qian with interest. A trace of slyness gleamed in her gaze as she asked a question whose answer she already knew.
Only then did Xiao Qian wake as though from a dream, coming back to himself after that mesmerizing martial arts display.
His face twitched, helplessness and conflict written all over it. "Th-this martial art is way, way too girly, isn't it?"
Both its name and its moves exuded delicate beauty, utterly at odds with the powerful, hard-hitting style he pursued with all his heart.
As though she had not heard his complaint, Ling Qingzhu simply raised her white-jade hand elegantly and gently smoothed her cascading hair. Her tone was mild, yet carried unquestionable resolve. "If you want to learn, I'll teach you."
"Could we switch to another one?"
Xiao Qian looked at her pitifully, his eyes full of pleading.
"No."
Ling Qingzhu shook her head without hesitation, her resolve like an iron city wall, leaving no room for negotiation.
Seeing this, Xiao Qian could only sigh helplessly and give in. "All right, all right. I'll find a way to get some Dou Techniques tomorrow. You can't learn the ones I know, but the Misty Cloud Sect must have plenty. I'll share them all with you then."
At his words, a barely perceptible smile of satisfaction flickered in Ling Qingzhu's eyes. As though she had expected him to say that all along, she immediately changed her tune. "I have another eighth-tier martial art here that's very suitable for you.