Yizou, who had just celebrated her twenty-fourth birthday, smiled shyly and shook her head, "That's not a fair statement. It's a fact that I joined the sect later than my senior. If I remember correctly, you should have joined the sect ten years ago already."
[But that was just a setting casually mentioned by Yu Chen...]
"Alright."
Motan shrugged and stopped trying for the umpteenth time to get Yizou to address her differently, casually asking, "So, what were you trying to say just now?"
Yizou pursed her lips, nervously grasped the hilt of her sword at her waist, and whispered, "My injuries are almost healed."
"So?"
Motan responded noncommittally.
"So, if possible, I would like to help in the fight!"
