"Ziling, it's been a few days. You've gotten even more beautiful."
In a side hall of the Pure Yang Sword Sect's residence, Fang Aohan, the Junior Sect Leader of the Sword Casting Sect, smiled slightly when he saw Yang Ziling appear.
Dressed in a white robe, he was quite handsome. Unlike the other disciples of the Sword Casting Sect, he had an air of scholarly refinement.
Standing beside Fang Aohan was a young woman in a red dress, Fang Yun, the prominent young lady of the Sword Casting Sect. Hearing her brother Fang Aohan's words, she giggled. "Big Brother, your flattery isn't very clever. How do you expect to win Sister Ziling's affection like that?"
"Little sister, don't talk nonsense."
Fang Aohan put on a stern face, but his eyes remained fixed on Yang Ziling.
Anyone could see the affection in his gaze.
"Yun'Er, stop fooling around. How could Senior Brother Fang possibly like me?"
Yang Ziling avoided his gaze and spoke to Fang Yun.
