"Are you Feng Qiu'er?" Jake inquired.
Feng Qiu'er remained silent, assuming a fighting stance by Silver's side.
"Qiu'er, what's wrong? It's me, Jake," he implored.
Feng Qiu'er ignored him and lunged forward, launching a flurry of punches that he skillfully parried.
"I don't know anyone named Jake," she replied indifferently.
Jake's heart ached upon hearing this, but it didn't distract him. Her admission only fueled his determination.
Jake swiftly caught her hand and executed a twist, causing her to flip over. Yet, to his surprise, she managed to counter, twisting his hand and sending them both to the ground.
As Jake rose to his feet, his eyes widened. "This is [Butler Style]. It really is you, Qiu'er."
Jake had only passed down [Butler Style] to his family and the Tang Family. Beyond them, there was only one person who had learned this martial art from him—Feng Qiu'er.