If a turtle and a green bean catch each other's eye, then naturally the other party should respond with something that represents their identity. Although Jiang Feng doesn't quite understand the formalities, he is well-versed in social niceties.
"Your mother didn't blame you, how could I blame you, my disciple sister? Take it. After I finish the task you've given me here, I'll come to meet up with you. We can look for disciples from other sects to spar with, okay?"
"Mhm."
Nodding.
Facing the man's gentle voice, the girl simply lowered her head and walked forward. A fragrance wafted by as she took the token and walked away, her departure hurried and her cheeks flushed with red.
Cen Zhuangzhuang just chuckled.
"Sorry about that, Brother Jiang, for making you the butt of the joke. My cousin sometimes gets like this, such a big girl and still shy. Once you're done, let's have a good fight."
"Definitely, definitely."
