Seeing Yang Song approaching her while she was practicing, Ling Yin furrowed her brows. However, she said nothing and continued training with the swordsmanship Ling Chen had taught her.
"Oh, Little Sister Ling Yin, your swordsmanship is not bad at all."
Yang Song moved closer to Ling Yin. His eyes sparkled, for he had just discovered how breathtakingly beautiful Ling Yin was. Few women in the Five Kingdoms could surpass her beauty; it was a rarity comparable to phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.
"Get lost."
Ling Yin only spat out two words, without sparing Yang Song a glance.
"Ling Yin, how about we spar? It may help speed up your progress. As a senior, it's my duty to guide and help newcomers," Yang Song proposed with a malicious grin.
The surrounding disciples understood Yang Song's intentions right away. While some were eager to stand up for Ling Yin, the stern gazes from Song Hailan and Yun Tianhe nearby compelled them to back down.
