“Master?” Zu An was taken aback. “What master are you talking about?”

Zheng Dan said with a smile, “Your lips seem to be sealed pretty tightly. Such a great movement technique like yours doesn’t come out of thin air, does it?”

Zu An chuckled. “I’ve always been a genius among geniuses—of course I’m self-taught! Miss Zheng, are you trying to pry some intelligence out of me? It seems your skills in this field are still a little lacking.”

“If you don’t want to talk about it then forget it,” Zheng Dan said in a huff. “I was genuinely worried about your safety, and yet you’re somehow suspecting my motives!”

Zu An looked her up and down, then said, “If my memory serves me right, I believe Miss Zheng is engaged. How can I not be suspicious when you suddenly seek me out?”

Zheng Dan sighed deeply. “As I expected, this was how everyone would see this… and you, apparently, are no exception.”

She stepped away from him, her eyes becoming unfocused as she gazed at the distant horizon. “My marriage into the Sang clan was arranged by my father. Even though my clan is known as one of Brightmoon City’s four major clans, we are nothing more than a merchant clan in the end. We’re nothing compared to an established, top-level ...