He knew that ladies in the village generally didn't practice Kung Fu, yet Xia Dabao often mentioned in her letters that she practiced regularly, even going up the mountains to hunt, able to move swiftly through the woods. So, could she be Sister Dabao?
As he pondered this, Xia Dabao had already slid down from the tree—not exactly slid, but rather descended using her light Kung Fu integrated with Inner Power, looking incredibly agile, just like a monkey.
When she landed, he could see clearly that she was a girl about fifteen or sixteen years old.
It must be Sister Dabao, he figured.
Long Aixi couldn't help but laugh.
"What're you laughing at? You haven't told me who you're looking for," Xia Dabao, seeing the boy laughing, pressed him further with another question.
Now she also had a clear look at the boy before her, truly much taller than her, with a charming smile, yet there was also an air of maturity and adroitness that didn't quite match his age.
