The two of them stared at each other, neither willing to admit defeat, as if engaged in an unknown contest.
At least Chen Muxue and Lin Qing couldn't understand this kind of competition.
"Zhui Li was acting strange today. He just told me he's not actually called Zhui Li, but he didn't tell me his real name. Is it because people from the Immortal Sect have to maintain mystery?"
Lin Qing lay on the ground: "…Can we discuss this after you let me get up?"
"Then get up." Chen Muxue looked bewildered.
"…Let go of my leg first."
Only then did Chen Muxue realize she was still holding his leg, and she quickly let go, embarrassed.
Lin Qing finally stood up again, brushing off the leaves and dust on his body. Before he could speak, a black lump of flesh slammed onto his face with a "thud," knocking him onto his back.
"Meow!" The black cat seemed unsatisfied, swiped at Lin Qing's face a couple more times before running back to Chu Wuyi's side.
