Lin Qingyue felt a trace of strangeness in her heart. The Sword Master was a being of the Saint Realm, and many Saint Heirs sought his favor with no avenue to approach him. Li Hao had only been in the Holy Land for a year and already seemed quite familiar with him, which was somewhat unbelievable.
Soon, they arrived in front of Sword Cliff. Li Hao saw that, apart from the Sword Master, Qiu Wuheng was also there.
Lin Qingyue also noticed Qiu Wuheng, and her eyes slightly narrowed.
"Sword Master, senior."
Li Hao stepped forward and greeted him with a cupped-hand salute.
The Sword Master slightly turned his head, caught sight of Li Hao, and naturally noticed Lin Qingyue too. His eyes flicked, and he said, "This lass has come to fish too?"
Being observed by the Sword Master made Lin Qingyue's skin crawl, as if her hair were standing on end, and a hard-to-describe pressure welled within her. She immediately bowed in greeting.