Ling was sharpening his sword where the Oriental Fighters' lair resided, his expression still indifferent. you were talking for over five minutes now and he was sitting at a large rock in the headquarter's garden while he skillfully sharpened his sword.

"You better reply or you'll have to marry me!"

Those words you said specifically caught his attention, he let out a grunt.

"Tsk. You know I can't do that, idiot." He mutters, not bothering to look at you as he kept sharpening his sword.