Ace raised a brow. "Huh? I taught her nothing—" He coughed mid-sentence, correcting himself. "Ahem, not nothing, I mean... I didn't teach her any cultivation technique."
Shan Yifeng crossed his arms, clearly unconvinced. "Hmm. I don't believe you."
Just then, Zhao Yun and Liu Mei walked in, their conversation lighthearted until Zhao Yun turned to Liu Mei with curiosity.
"Mei'er," she asked, "who taught you the movement technique you used earlier?"
Liu Mei grinned, puffing up her chest with pride. "I created it!"
A heavy silence filled the room.
You… created it?" Ace, Zhao Yun, and even Xie Ninger—who had only reappeared to listen—looked at her, stunned.
Only Shan Yifeng was unfazed, throwing his hands up in frustration. "See?! See what I mean?! Master, how is that even fair?!"
Ace barely held himself back from blurting out, Teach me, Master! The urge was strong, but he swallowed it down. It wasn't appropriate.
