Xin He's cool gaze swept over him as she paced over. Her steps were light, with no deliberate heaviness—her manners and gestures all like those of a lady, without any forced attempt to act like a man to convince others.
In Ji Xinhe's view, she indeed needed their conviction-- not merely a cursory and reluctant acknowledgment for this tiger talisman, but truly and wholeheartedly, from their hearts and their bones, to accept her as the commander. This acceptance had nothing to do with whether she was dressed as a woman or a man, or whether she acted like a man or a woman.
Nevertheless, each of her steps reverberated in their hearts, inciting an inexplicable tension. Ji Xinhe's seemingly omniscient tranquil and deep eyes, along with a slightly sharp aura surrounding her, chilled them to their core.
The man who had just questioned her was at a loss. What kind of a woman was she?
Xin He stopped in front of him, looking at him directly, "What's your name?"