Chapter 271: Transcendent Qing (8)
“Ah, monk. Are you alright?”
Qing crouched down in front of the fallen Wolbong.
Her eyes curved into a dazzling, almost bewitching smile. Or perhaps, it was more apt to call it wicked and seductive.
“I-I’m fine. I-I’m perfectly fine.”
“In that case, why don’t you get up already? Here.”
Qing straightened up and extended her hand.
Wolbong obediently reached out and took her hand—
“Hngh.”
Suddenly, Wolbong yanked his hand away as though he had been scalded. His eyes darted away, his expression a mix of devastation, embarrassment, and discomfort. His posture, caught mid-rise, remained awkwardly frozen in place.
“Monk?”
“G-Go ahead. I’ll follow shortly.”
He must be mortified after falling flat on his face while using lightness techniques. Qing shrugged it off, the crisp sound of her training shoes clicking against the ground as she caught up to the Shaolin monks who had already moved far ahead.