The woman wanted to stay back, but Chuzheng gave her a fierce look, suddenly startling the woman into freezing on the spot.
Chuzheng pulled Dong Lin away.
As they left the town, Chuzheng spoke thoughtfully, "Was she pretty?"
"What?" Dong Lin didn't understand.
"Was the woman just now pretty?"
Dong Lin suddenly realized, "I wasn't looking at her."
"Then what were you looking at?"
"...Seems like there are Demon Spirits nearby." Dong Lin said, "Or maybe I sensed wrong."
The aura was quite similar to what he'd felt earlier on Chuzheng.
Dong Lin glanced at his cold-faced little apprentice, "Are you... jealous?"
"Why would I be jealous?" That's ridiculous, what's so good to eat about vinegar.
"Hmm... Then why do I smell a hint of sourness?"
Chuzheng snapped, "There's something wrong with your nose."
She walked ahead briskly.
Dong Lin caught up to her and grabbed her wrist, "Slow down."
Chuzheng slowed her pace, allowing Dong Lin to hold her hand.
