Zhao Layue's movement of raising hand was very powerful. Her hand, full of blisters due to the years spent tightly gripping her sword, sliced through the air over the stone step at a high speed, and the wind whistled, like the flapping of flags on a battlefield. It signified an intent of determination and deadly resolve.
But the expressions of her eyes displayed even more unwavering determination.
Zhao Layue would know what Jing Jiu meant from the look of his eyes or his body movements.
It was the same the other way around.
Jing Jiu didn't continue, but he didn't understand why she didn't want to hear what he had to say.
He was certain that his true identity was something Zhao Layue wanted to know the most.
Though she had never asked directly, she would mention the name of Lian Sanyue in their conversations once in a while.
--Perhaps it was a probe, or an actual revealing of her real inner-thoughts.