She looked at Jun Moqing again in surprise, "Is this inner strength?"
Jun Moqing nodded, "Yes."
Feng Qingyan asked again, "Are you not cold because of your profound inner strength?"
Jun Moqing nodded again.
Admiration began to show in Feng Qingyan's lovely eyes, "I heard that such profound inner strength can't be developed in less than a hundred or so years, and you're only in your forties, so impressive."
"It's not that exaggerated." Jun Moqing, as a modern-day cultivator, naturally had some differences from how ancient people trained in martial arts. His youthful appearance was also a result of his cultivation practices.
Feng Qingyan said, "You're being modest."
"Is that so?"
"Of course."
Jun Moqing stared at Feng Qingyan for quite some time, feeling that the distance between them had closed a little more. After so many years apart, upon their reunion, he always wanted to be closer to her, wondering if it was because she had always been the initiator in the past.