You Su, however, looked serious, like a god or Buddha radiating holy light. His junior sister trusted him so much, he absolutely could not let her down.
He walked closer, pondered a bit, then without hesitation, reached out to hold the girl's thin shoulders, unfolded her huddled body, and solemnly said:
"Prepare the sword and gather your strength. First move, Dance of the Wings."
Ji Lingruo blinked her beautiful eyes, encouraged by You Su's demeanor, quickly puffed her chest, drew in her abdomen, half-squatted into a horse stance, and prepared her sword posture.
You Su circled her while studying, nodded solemnly, and said: "Prepare for Qi Movement."
The girl tried hard to mobilize the Profound Qi from her lower abdomen, You Su silently felt it for a while and then decisively reached out his hand.
Ji Lingruo was so startled that she almost dropped the Mo Song Sword. She wanted to scold him a few times, but knowing it was serious business, she forcefully held it in.
