Lan Qingya was dumbfounded, completely dumbfounded.

She covered her burning cheek with her hand, staring at Jun with disbelief.

Jun brandished his sword, his face dark and grim, with a cold glint in his eyes.

"Sword-wielding young master, you hit me" Lan Qingya said incredulously.

Feeling her cheeks swelling gradually, Lan Qingya felt as if she were dreaming.also what cultivated her heroic and elegant demeanor, lacking the delicate and feminine qualities of ordinary women.Her voice was crisp and resolute."Understood."The blind old monk and the one-armed m...