"Your wounds, show me how they have healed." Zhu ZongYing seemed unfazed by her own words. Her cold facade didn't even twitch.
The earth could have cracked and swallowed YueQin whole. Did this sect leader just ask her to-
"I can't tell if you are properly healed or not without seeing it with my own eyes."
T-this- No way in hell was YueQin stripping for this woman! Over her dead body, maybe!
"I said I am fine, that's all the proof you need!"
The silence that fell over them was awkward. YueQin distracted herself by munching on the unfinished bun under Zhu ZongYing's steady gaze. After a moment, Zhu ZongYing said,
"Do you wish to leave the sect, YueYue?"
The endearment always caught YueQin off guard, and she felt her cheeks flare-up. She sneaked a glance at the sect leader from beneath her lashes.
