'Huh? W-What... What was that?' She thought as his words echoed at the back of her head.
Xiao Ling'r cast her eyes downward, her fingers trembling slightly as she traced the intricate patterns on the teacup feeling even more nervous and confused.
This man was like a vast darkness completely hard to see through.
"I... I have no grand ambitions of my own, Young Master Bai. I am merely a follower of the Heaven Fall Sect, bound to uphold its traditions and ensure its prosperity,"
Her words came out stilted, lacking the confident poise she had displayed moments ago while asking question.
The weight of Bai Lung's unwavering gaze bore down on her, stripping away the facade she had so carefully constructed.
"It is my father's dream that the sect flourish, and so it has become my own duty to see that dream realized," she continued, her voice tinged with a hint of resignation. "I have no lofty aspirations beyond that... I am not someone with wings to fly high,"
