"You..." Lin Shisan's throat tightened. "What did you say your name was?"
"Zhantai Xian."
She tilted her head, as though she found his question especially funny, then reached out and poked the mark on his chest again. "Senior Brother Tian, has it been so long since you last saw me that you've even forgotten my name? Back in Lingxi Valley, you used to call me your little junior sister every day."
"Lingxi Valley?"
Gai Jiuyou's voice came from the other side of the Stone Platform. "There is no place called Lingxi Valley on the Tianyuan Continent."
Zhantai Xian turned to glance at Gai Jiuyou, then turned back without a care. "Senior Brother Tian, who's this? Why does she talk so strangely? Lingxi Valley is the stream valley on our Sect's Back Mountain. You even taught me a sword art there. Have you forgotten?"
Lin Shisan's breath caught sharply. "What sword art?"
"The Lingxi Sword Art, of course," Zhantai Xian said as though it were only natural. "You said this sword art used water as its guide and wind as its blade, and that at the seventh stage, it could sever a mountain stream with a single stroke. I practiced for three years before I reached the fifth stage. You called me stupid and even punished me by making me copy the sword manual three times."
As she spoke, she suddenly released his lapel, pressed her right index and middle fingers together, and casually swept them through the air.
A blue-white sword aura as fine as a strand of hair shot from her fingertips, tracing an exceedingly thin arc through the cavern's air and slicing precisely into a stalactite hanging from the vaulted ceiling.
With a crack, the tip of the stalactite was cleanly sliced off. The cut was smooth as