Lin Tian, in order not to let his classmates see, tried to slap his own butt with covert speed and quickness, but Zhang Lingyu still intercepted him. He had always known that Zhang Lingyu was no ordinary person, but he didn't know anything about her background or the Ancient Martial arts she practiced. Take Xiao Manxue, for example, her Ancient Martial art techniques and the circulation of her True Qi all had an air of sharpness about them, clearly indicating she practiced swordplay.
"Lin Tian, do you find it thrilling to take advantage of me, huh? Let me give you something even more thrilling!" Zhang Lingyu's mouth curled up in a slight smirk, a hint of purple light flickered in the depths of her eyes. An odd sensation appeared in the hand that grabbed Lin Tian's wrist; a purple symbol that resembled the ancient character for "thunder" emerged in her palm.
