In a secluded courtyard.

Chi Jing was lying on a bamboo chair with her long and slender legs resting over the railing in front of her. She held an ancient book in one hand and was thumbing through it casually. She didn’t lift her eyes until Zhou Yuan came in. 

“Senior sister.” Zhou Yuan gave a glance at his senior sister’s particularly long legs, then averted his eyes, looking straight ahead.

Chi Jing gracefully stood up. She was dressed in a relaxed training robe that, together with her flat chest, straight legs and short burgundy hair, made her look especially formidable.

“Junior brother’s performance these past few months are very impressive.” Chi Jing smiled.

The Wind Pavilion had won several battles against the Fire Pavilion since she had sent Zhou Yuan to the Wind Pavilion. This was enough to prove Zhou Yuan’s ability.

“Without senior sister’s support,...