Jing Yuan offered Lingchen his sincere thanks.
"Not at all. And let me remind you, Jing Yuanyuan, Jingliu is adorable-struck at most."
Jingliu simply pretended not to hear him. Having Lingchen say such things in front of Jing Yuan was still rather embarrassing.
Especially since, on the way over, Lingchen had shown her a photo of her descending from the sky while executing an incredible sword technique. Yet her expression looked as cute as an adorable little girl's.
"Adorable-struck?" Jing Yuan's mouth twitched. Only Lingchen would call it that.
He still remembered how crazed Jingliu had looked when she succumbed to mara.
There had truly been nothing "adorable" about it. Even a glancing brush with the sword energy from any of her strikes would leave someone injured.
As for the "cute noises"... perhaps her deranged laughter counted.
"That's how Jingliu looks to me."
Under Jing Yuan's twitching gaze, Lingchen calmly took Jingliu's little hand.
Jingliu made a token effort to pull free. When she failed, she let Lingchen hold it, though a blush slowly spread across her cool face.
For an emotion like shyness to appear in a girl over eighteen hundred years old was simply miraculous.
Jing Yuan almost clicked his tongue in wonder.
"From now on, we'll each use our own forms of address. Stop calling me sir. You call me grandmaster, and I'll call you Jing Yuan."
"Grandmaster?" Jing Yuan froze. What was going on? Had he suddenly dropped that far in seniority? Previously, although he addressed Lingchen respectfully and respected him from the bottom of his heart, at least his seniority had not been low.
Sure enough, despite having prepared himself, the thing Jing Yuan found hardest to take had still happened.
His master had only just returned to the Luofu after wandering abroad. Before she