Dong Rui mulled over her thoughts, her eyes narrowing with uncertainty. If Liang wasn't interested in her technique, what could he possibly want? The answer seemed embedded in her identity as the Saintess of the Dong Clan. Maybe that's why Liang saved her repeatedly; it wasn't her skills but her status that intrigued him.
Though she wasn't impulsive, Dong Rui strategically interacted with people to serve her purposes. Evana, for instance, witnessed her feigned weakness. A calculated move. When opponents see vulnerability, they push harder. Dong Rui wanted to gauge just how far Evana would push.
Frustration furrowed her brow; no matter how she analyzed the situation, Liang's motives remained obscured. This confusing mystery left her unsure of which façade to present to him.
