Li Feng blinked at the sudden seriousness from Ning Jianli.
Sensing her determination, he straightened up slightly, gave a small cough, placed his hands behind his back, and began to walk slowly.
"Ahem. It is exactly what it sounds like. I want to personally give you some guidance and training regarding your mortal body."
Ning Jianli tilted her head slightly at his words.
"Training my mortal body?"
Her tone carried faint confusion.
Li Feng clasped his hands behind his back and began pacing slowly in front of her, adopting the air of a strict senior instructing a junior.
"Yes," he said gravely. "I noticed that many of you have sharp senses and powerful cultivation. Your foundation is solid. But your mortal body…"
His gaze drifted over her with deliberate slowness....especially lingering on her large, pale breasts before returning to her eyes.
"…is still lacking discipline."
Ning Jianli frowned faintly.
"My body… lacks discipline?"
