Facing Zi Ying's taunts, Lin Zhen, who had intended to leave, stopped.
"Since someone is trying to fence me in, I might as well stay put in this 'cell.' The outside is fraught with danger. It's safer to wait here until the assessment ends."
Zi Ying, who had planned to observe how this young man would react, had a glint of disappointment in her eyes.
"What a shame. You might have his appearance, but not his boldness."
"Never mind then. Seeing each other is by chance. I can't really part with this. But I'll give it to you instead. Make good use of it."
Zi Ying carelessly threw a piece of paper and turned to leave without giving Lin Zhen another glance.
Lin Zhen picked up the paper and found it to be a martial arts technique.
It was a finger technique, filled with formulas, force application skills, and methods, all complex enough to leave Lin Zhen astounded.
"This finger technique...is quite interesting!"