Zhao Layue raised her hand forcefully. Callused from years of holding a sword, her fingers sliced swiftly through the air above the stone steps, stirring a whistling wind like a flag snapping on a battlefield, carrying a sense of resolve, even a hint of ruthless decisiveness.
Still more resolute, or rather more unwavering, was her gaze.
One look, one gesture from Jing Jiu, and she knew what he meant.
The reverse was also true.
Jing Jiu did not continue. He simply did not understand why she did not want to hear it.
He knew very well that his true identity was what Zhao Layue most wanted to know.
Though she had never brought it up, she would occasionally mention names such as Lian Sanyue in passing during their conversations.
-Perhaps these were probes, or perhaps they were the natural outpouring of her innermost thoughts.
She had come to see Heaven Near Person today to ask this question, so why had she not asked? Jing Jiu was ready to tell her himself, so why did she not even want to listen?
"I've had many guesses about your identity. I thought you might be a fiend from an evil sect. I've even had more outlandish guesses."
Zhao Layue said, "But I didn't ask today because I realized I don't actually need that answer."
"Why?" Jing Jiu asked.
"Because I don't want to hear a bad answer, and I don't know what I should do if it really is that answer."
Zhao Layue looked a little timid as she said this.
Had the disciples of the Green Mountain Sect seen this scene, they would surely have been shocked speechless.
This was something that should never have happened to her.
Jing Jiu understood how she felt. "I promise you, it won't be a bad