"Do you want to practice swordsmanship?" Jiu'er asked with great interest as she followed along.
Lin Fei couldn't be bothered with her and lightly drew his longsword, its blade as smooth as a mirror, clearly reflecting his own image.
"Your sword is so pretty!" Jiu'er leaned in, wanting to take a look, but Lin Fei immediately withdrew the longsword.
Suddenly, for a moment, he felt as though he had overlooked something. But when he tried to think carefully, he couldn't recall what it was. He often had this feeling recently.
"How did you join the society?" Lin Fei suddenly asked.
"I forgot." Jiu'er replied very candidly. But without any substantial content.
"Do you know Yan Shi?"
"Yan Shi? Who's that? You must have remembered wrong; it should be Yan Shisan."
Lin Fei was speechless; he didn't detect any pretense on Jiu'er's face.
"Perhaps her acting is too clever," he said to himself.