Bei Xuanwu Martial Mansion.
At the entrance.
The private car had been waiting for quite some time.
"I originally thought you would see me off, but in the end, it turns out I'm the one sending you off."
Li Jingjun's eyes showed a hint of reluctance, but she wasn't the kind of girl to be overcome by emotions, so apart from her slightly gloomy expression, she maintained a natural demeanor.
Xu Lingjun took the initiative to hold Li Jingjun's soft hand.
Li Jingjun tried to pull away in a bit of a panic.
But unfortunately, even during their previous sparring, she wasn't a match for Xu Lingjun, being pressed down and unable to move... besides, just seeing Xu Lingjun was already enough to soften her resistance by half, leaving her with no power to resist him.
She merely gave a symbolic light struggle and found that his expression was firm.
Only then did she give in and let him hold her hand.
