Wu Shan was a bit surprised at his thoughts.
Even when he was looking at his older sister, he had never thought of it that way. Was it because Nan Hua really looked like a flower just like her name or was it because her older sister was simply too valiant for him to think of her as fragile as flower?
Wu Shan silently pushed the thought back.
If Yu Jin heard what he was thinking, he was sure that she would roast him alive.
"I'm fine."
Nan Hua looked at her sword and silently wiped the blood away. She still needed to use this sword for a long period of time. She couldn't possibly let it turn all rusty because she didn't clean it properly.
Wu Shan nodded.
Turning to look at the Mountain Tribe, Wu Shan also realized the respect in their eyes when they were looking at Nan Hua. In their eyes, they only held respect for the strong as it was how the society was formed in this tribe.
