Qiyue looked at him very seriously: "Why do you, a grown man, speak so hesitantly, like a woman, making people guess? Can you speak clearly and explicitly?"
Mu Linghan was taken aback. He looked at Qi Yue, whose ears were slightly red. She seemed to care a lot about his thoughts.
With his eyes lowered, he said, "Okay."
Then, he limped into the house and quickly brought out a cushioned chair and placed it in front of Qiyue.
"It's tiring to stand and talk, please sit down."
Qiyue looked at the chair; it was new and looked very soft. She then sat down.
"Let me see how your cultivation has progressed lately?"
"Okay." Mu Linghan nodded and began to seriously demonstrate the results of his month of cultivation.
It must be said that although Mu Linghan was a little lame, he was 185 cm tall and had a pretty face. Paired with his faded and old disciple's clothes, he actually gave off the feeling of a fallen nobleman.
Even the somewhat clumsy long spear was wielded with a pleasing air.
"You should be able to break through to the Foundation Establishment stage in less than six months."
"Hmm." Mu Linghan put away his spear and stood to the side, the fine beads of sweat on his forehead glistening in the sunlight.
July casually pulled out a handkerchief and tossed it to him: "Wipe your sweat."
Then her gaze fell on his legs.
"Little cripple, work hard. Once you break through to the Foundation Establishment stage, your big brother will heal your leg."
The hand holding the handkerchief stiffened slightly. There was no surprise as Qi Yue had imagined. Mu Linghan's fair and slender fingers tightened as he stiffly wiped the sweat from his forehead. His long eyelashes trembled slightly, and a deep sense of inferiority was in his eyes.
Even if she values him, she still dislikes him because he is a cripple.
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