Lu Rong'er, her heart still mending from the recent upheaval, responded with a polite nod. "Thank you, Master Wang. I strive to further refine the gifts bestowed upon me by my heritage."
A gentle chuckle escaped Wang Jian's lips. "Your heritage is indeed worthy of recognition, Princess. However, true strength isn't solely defined by lineage. It also blossoms from the fire that burns within your very soul. You possess the potential for immense power, Princess, with the right guidance."
His words sparked a flicker of intrigue in Lu Rong'er's eyes. "Guidance?" she echoed, her voice laced with a hint of uncertainty.
"Indeed," Wang Jian replied, leaning closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "There exists an ancient lineage, a forgotten power passed down through generations within my family. A power that could elevate your skills to unimaginable heights."