The young lady, upon hearing this, first returned a bow before speaking with a brimming smile:
"To bother you this late at night truly leaves my heart uneasy, I hope you can forgive me."
"I am Yu Wen."
"It's Yu as in 'sons return to their homes, which are just right for their families,' and Wen as in 'when clouds are patterned, they are called Wen.'"
Again, she raised her hand and pointed to the black-clad young man still clutching his neck, uncertain and fearful, and chuckled as she said:
"This reckless person is named Xuan Zhu, feel free to call him 'Monkey.'"
"His temperament is willful, just like a monkey jumping about in a mountain brook."
Wang Anfeng nodded, his expression calm, but inside he felt slightly surprised.
The young lady before him spoke with elegance befitting a lady of a great house, yet she was dressed in a martial artist's vigorous attire, and her brows exuded a valiant air that was no less than that of any man.