"Then we burly men won't disturb you while you catch up with your lovely companion. Junior disciples, let's move aside," Song Hao said with a smile.
"This is my senior brother, Song Hao. During my time as an Inner Sect Disciple here, he always treated me with great kindness," Zhu Minglang introduced Song Hao to Nan Lingsha.
Nan Lingsha glanced at Song Hao, her unique clear eyes reflecting a light as if they were mirrors. It was as though Song Hao's physical presence and soul were distinctly captured in the reflection of her crystalline gaze.
Song Hao bowed politely and tactfully led the group of Inner Sect disciples away to the other side.
Once they departed, Zhu Minglang couldn't help but notice the lingering glow within Nan Lingsha's captivating eyes. At this moment, she seemed to him like a divine goddess who had mastery over fate, with all the joys and sorrows of life in her grasp.
"He treats you kindly?" Nan Lingsha asked.
