At the summit of Mist Smoke Mountain, within the former Yanxia Sect Cloud Top Palace.
"There's an alchemist named Chen Mu in the Affairs Office?" Liu Ling was in her thirties, dressed in a crimson cross-collared ruqun. Her expression was cold, her gaze sharp, and her voice forceful.
Sun Wuhuan unconsciously cupped his hands and bent at the waist, his face full of respect. "There is indeed such a person."
Sun Wuhuan's heart tightened.
Have my actions against him been exposed?
"Have him stop what he's doing," Liu Ling said flatly.
"Yes!" Sun Wuhuan immediately agreed.
He then looked up at Liu Ling. After hesitating for a moment, he said with concern, "Chen Mu is a newly promoted alchemist and doesn't understand the rules very well. If he truly made some mistake, I hope Martial Aunt will be lenient."
Liu Ling glanced at Sun Wuhuan. "What, is he from your Sun Clan?"
"Martial Aunt misunderstands." Sun Wuhuan hurriedly explained.
"After all, he's an alchemist I brought to Mist Smoke Mountain. I truly can't bear to see him go astray and be punished."
Liu Ling snorted coldly. "This concerns the Other Courtyard's secrets. It is not for you to inquire about."
"When you've mastered Condensing Orifice, go back and ask your Old Ghost Sun."
"If there's nothing else, withdraw. I need to cultivate."
Sun Wuhuan was not offended in the slightest and smiled broadly. "Martial Aunt's lesson is correct. This nephew will take his leave."
As he spoke, he lowered his head and bowed, backing out of the main hall.
Outside Cloud Top Palace, Sun Wuhuan walked down the mountain with an expressionless face.
Who would have thought this guy actually had connections to Martial Aunt Liu?!
With that kind of backing, you should have shown it sooner!
Sun Wuhuan