The next morning, Ling Fan appeared on time at the door of the side hall, as agreed.
Bei Rushuang, who had been practicing her swordsmanship since dawn, spotted Ling Fan coming and immediately ran over with joy!
"Brother Fan, I thought you might not come today!" Bei Rushuang said timidly.
"Hehe, how could I not come? Having the opportunity to guide a beauty is a great honor," Ling Fan teased.
"I... I thought you were angry yesterday..." Bei Rushuang was as meek as a child who had done something wrong.
"Where does all that anger come from? Today I'm mainly here to guide your master. There's no problem with what comes after, and it will be some time before you reach the Eleventh Form!" Ling Fan said with a smile.
Bei Rushuang was surprised, "You're here for my master today?"
"Mhm!" Ling Fan nodded.
"Um, there's something I need to report to you. Yesterday, I told my master about the Seventh Style you coached me on!
