"Thank you, fellow Daoist, for the grace of saving my life," Yun Qingrou propped herself up, her pale and delicate face full of gratitude.
Seeing that Li Zhirui did not recognize her, she did not mention the chance encounter they had had the night before, and treated him as if he was a stranger they had never met.
"Elder, you're too kind, it was merely a coincidence that I came upon you and lent a hand," in reality, the moment she awoke, Li Zhirui had recognized her, but it wasn't right for him to approach her proactively, lest he give off the impression of expecting something in return.
He was also worried that, upon waking, her mind might not be clear and she might attack him out of the blue, which would have been extremely unfortunate.
Yun Qingrou was not adept at conversation, and upon hearing his words, she did not know what to say, so the atmosphere on the Spirit Boat turned rather awkward.
