Xiao Yingyue was a little bewildered, but clever as she was, she quickly understood what Jiang Lan meant.
If he wanted to conceal his cultivation and strength, he had to find someone to take the blame for killing Lin Fan and the Demon Python.
And right now, the most suitable person was naturally herself.
"Isn't Young Master Jiang making things difficult for me? This little woman has no cultivation whatsoever. In this pitch-black abyss where one cannot see a hand before one's face, I can barely take a single step..."
She gently shook her lovely head, and a faint trace of helplessness and sorrow appeared in her autumn-water eyes at just the right moment.
"Miss Xiao, why belittle yourself so?"
Jiang Lan smiled, his gaze settling on her immortal visage as picturesque as a painting. He waved a hand and interrupted her. "As the Grand Elder of Medicine King Valley, if you cannot even deal with a Lin Fan and a Sixth Realm demon king, that would be rather hard to justify."
"What..."
Xiao Yingyue was stunned at first. Then her beautiful eyes widened slightly, her face full of disbelief. She almost suspected that she had misheard him.
What had Jiang Lan called her?
The Grand Elder of Medicine King Valley?
When had he discovered her identity? Even the elders of Medicine King Valley might not know who she really was when standing before her.
Yet Xiao Yingyue maintained a bewildered, confused expression. Her beautiful eyes stared at Jiang Lan almost without blinking, as though she completely failed to understand what he was talking about.
"Should I continue calling you Miss Xiao Yue, or should I call you Grand Elder Xiao Yingyue?" Jiang Lan asked with interest.
"How did you learn my identity?"
Xiao Yingyue froze for a moment before