"Cultivation?" Zhou Ziang leaned against the table with his arms crossed, his expression unchanged, and his tone hovering between affirmation and denial.
"Last time, at the basketball court, you helped me." Xiao Xian wasn't foolish. Revealing her identity was like showing her hand. She cautiously moved her chair a few centimeters backward, lifted her head, and met Zhou Ziang's gaze without showing any sign of weakness.
Despite the differences in height, physical strength, or even Spiritual Power between them, it didn't mean she was at a disadvantage in terms of aura.
"Oh, you greedily absorbed my Spiritual Power, causing turmoil in it. This time, your Spiritual Power is virtually exhausted. Zhu Xiaoxian, you really are a troublemaker," Zhou Ziang appreciated her current demeanor, amazed that she could maintain her composure under his scrutiny, which was no easy feat.
