Chen Ping edged back imperceptibly.
This girl had failed to catch him several times running and still had not given up. She had even volunteered as a nurse just to catch him once. Who knew how much trouble she might be?
A beauty of sixteen, her body soft as cream, wore a sword at her waist to slay mortal men.
Though no heads were seen to fall, in secret she drained a man's marrow dry.
Chen Ping remembered those lines quite well. He already had two beauties with whom only a thin layer of window paper remained unpierced; he could not let some trifling matter go to his head.
Come to think of it, what exactly was the story behind this girl called Nana?
While Chen Ping was still recalling Nana's backstory, Nana spoke first.
"Chen, c-can you see the Vengeful Spirit I release?"
"Three months ago, when Ziyan and I were sparring with that fellow Ji Juechen, I used my fourth soul skill, Vengeful Spirit. I saw your gaze follow it."
As she spoke, Nana plucked up her courage, extended a slender index finger, and gently pointed at the spot between Chen Ping's brows.
At that, everything finally clicked into place in Chen Ping's mind.
He remembered exactly what lay behind Nana, and instantly guessed why she had come today.
At that moment, Nana could only feel her heart pounding violently, thump after thump. A complicated emotion lay in her eyes: she both hoped Chen Ping would speak and feared that he would.
She hoped because she desperately needed a lifeline like Chen Ping to pull her out of the abyss of despair.
Yet she was also afraid-afraid that all crows under heaven really were equally black.
Even at the Sun Moon Royal Soul Engineer Academy she attended, those