Linger Yao shook her head, saying, "I am fine."
Qingfeng Li said with a slight smile, "Good. How have you been recently?"
Linger Yao frowned, since it was the first time that a man showed concern for her. She was not used to it.
As the leader of the Demon-imperial Sect, Linger Yao had lived in the sect since she was little, and she had done nothing but cultivate since the last sect leader had planned early for her to be the next sect leader.
She put all her time and attention on cultivation and had never thought about relationships.
Of course, she was courted by some strong self-cultivators, but they were all defeated by her with one palm strike.
Her standard for her mate was very simple: he must be an unrivalled strong fighter and could defeat her.