After the meal, Xie Zhinuan moved a table to practice calligraphy; halfway through, she looked up at the foolish girl.
The foolish girl, feeling her stare, started to feel pins and needles in her scalp.
"Miss?" the foolish girl called out softly.
Xie Zhinuan pursed her lips, then said earnestly, "Foolish girl, how about you teach me a few moves? I don't seek to be invincible or to kill imperceptibly, but I want to be able to protect myself when I face danger!"
She knew a bit of grappling, which might count for something in the modern world, but in this ancient era of Qinggong, Xie Zhinuan felt it might amount to nothing.
The foolish girl was somewhat surprised, but not overly so.
Xie Zhinuan's personality was not so indifferent and uncompetitive; it was her nature to appear nonchalant while keeping everything firmly in her grasp.
"Okay, then let's start with teaching Miss a set of boxing techniques!"
