Hun Ruoruo Never Lies

The afternoon sun blazed beneath a cloudless sky. Wisps of breeze carried the last traces of Late Summer's heat through the deep-green woods, sultry yet somehow making one reluctant to let go of summer's charm.

As usual, Hun Ruoruo entered Wutan City right on time.

Girl first stuck out her little tongue at Ling Ying, who had concealed himself and was flying aimlessly through the sky like a headless fly, before making her way familiarly toward the Xiao Family.

"That Pug of the Ancient Clan's young lady really is loyal. I wonder whether no one put him on a leash, or whether his master ordered him to do this." Hun Ruoruo looked relaxed, her tone teasing.

Ever since her first encounter with Xiao Yan, Ling Ying had begun searching Wutan City day and night for any trace of her, like some stalker.

And that stalking had gone on for several months.

Once her initial irritation faded, Hun Ruoruo even began to admire this faithful hound. After all, not just anyone could keep blindly grasping at thin air for months on end.

After some thought, Girl looked at the nearby Xiao Manor and murmured softly:

"Don't worry. I'll give you a long vacation very soon~"

Just as she stepped through the courtyard gate, an exceedingly faint aura flashed silently through the air.

Two hours later.

Hun Ruoruo gently pushed open the door, carrying herself with elegant reserve.

She said softly, "Young Master Xiao, given your current condition, you should not come out to see me off. There is no need to stand on ceremony."

".Mm, thank you, Ruoruo."

Xiao Yan's lips were dry and cracked, his face pale as paper. His Soul Force had clearly been drained dry.

His mind had long since turned to mush, leaving him in no state to notice Hun Ruoruo's unusual words. He watched Girl push open the courtyard gate, then shut the room door before collapsing headfirst onto the bed and emptying his mind.

Before long, faint snores came from within the room, showing just how exhausted the young man was.

Seeing this, Hun Ruoruo sighed softly and turned to gently close the courtyard gate. When she turned back around, however, she discovered a petite black-haired Girl standing beneath the nearby eaves.

"Hmm?"

Girl stood gracefully, her light-green dress perfectly accentuating her lovely, budding figure. Though her face still carried a hint of youthful innocence, it gave off a distinctly fresh allure.

Only, her expression did not seem very pleasant.

Hun Ruoruo instinctively covered her little mouth and asked in surprise without losing her manners, "Miss, were you waiting for me?"

"Stop pretending. With your spiritual perception, could you really have failed to notice me standing guard here?"

Seemingly startled by the barbed mockery in the other party's words, Hun Ruoruo's delicate brows furrowed slightly. Her tone became somewhat distant. "Miss, I do not believe I have ever offended you. Why are you being so aggressive?"

Her voice was gentle yet carried a trace of stiffness, as though she were forcing herself to sound cold.

This woman was far too good at pretending!

Xun'er's face darkened as she stared intently at Hun Ruoruo, trying to find even the slightest flaw in her expression.

Very quickly, she failed.

Her appearance, temperament, and expression were all flawless.

That meant that either she had perfected her disguise to an unimaginable degree, or she truly was a gentle and elegant girl by nature.

Xun'er took a deep breath to dispel the distracting thoughts in her heart, then said coldly, "Every time you leave Brother Xiao Yan's place, you never reveal even a trace of your aura. Why did you deliberately let me discover you today?"

At those words, Hun Ruoruo's beautiful eyes widened and her little mouth fell open. "Miss... do we have some grudge between us?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"If we bear no grudge against each other, why have you investigated my daily movements so thoroughly?"

"I..." Xun'er was left speechless, unable to find a suitable reason for the moment.

Although her instincts told her that the woman before her was highly likely to be from the Soul Clan, still...

She truly had no evidence now.

Hun Ruoruo gently shook her head, her voice calm and soft. "Though I do not know why you harbor such hostility toward me, this is not a suitable place to talk. Young Master Xiao is exhausted from cultivating and has already fallen asleep."

"Why don't we change locations and have a chat, Miss Xun'er?"

Xiao Family, residential district

Xun'er held a small dish in one hand and fragrant tea in the other. The faint scent of tea gradually filled the entire room.

"So Brother Xiao Yan often mentions Xun'er in front of you?"

After talking along the way, Xun'er had temporarily regained her composure and no longer referred to herself as "I."

Hun Ruoruo nodded lightly and smiled softly, as though she had forgotten their earlier unpleasantness.

"What Young Master Xiao mentions most often is Miss Xun'er's temperament. That was why I was able to recognize you earlier."

"No wonder."

At those words, Xun'er's expression eased somewhat. "I was too anxious earlier and forgot my manners. Xun'er should apologize to you first."

"That is nothing. The second thing Young Master Xiao mentions most often is Miss Xun'er's gentle yet strong-willed nature."

"Ah, I... Xun'er isn't nearly as good as Brother Xiao Yan makes me sound."

"The third thing Young Master Xiao mentions most often is Miss Xun'er's humble character."

"..."

In no time at all, Xun'er's delicate face had turned bright red. She sat blankly in her seat, unaware that the fragrant tea in her hands had already gone cold.

"Brother Xiao Yan actually cares about Xun'er this much..."

Seeing this, Hun Ruoruo sat across from her and quietly let a playful smile curl at her lips while Xun'er's attention drifted elsewhere.

Xiao Yan had never once taken the initiative to mention Xun'er in front of her, so there did not seem to be much difference between most and least.

In short, she could say whatever she wanted.

Hun Ruoruo blinked, then turned serious. "However, Miss Xun'er did not come to see me merely to hear me talk about Young Master Xiao, did you?"

"Of course not."

Having recovered her senses, Xun'er reluctantly steadied herself.

"Miss Ruoruo, the changes that have occurred to Brother Xiao Yan over these past few months should all be related to you, correct? Xun'er's eyesight is fairly good, and I can sense the aura contained within you."

"With cultivation as high as a Dou Wang and Soul Force at the Spirit Realm, there should be no reason for you to favor Brother Xiao Yan so greatly. Can you tell Xun'er what your purpose is?"

Perhaps because their earlier conversation had made Xun'er feel too comfortable, her attitude suddenly became polite and tactful. She did not directly ask about Hun Ruoruo's background.

"My purpose... If I had to put it plainly, it is very simple. I wanted to lend Young Master Xiao a hand and help him escape his current predicament."

Hun Ruoruo seemed to recall something, and her eyes unconsciously filled with pity and regret.

"Miss Xun'er may not know this, but when I happened to fly over the Xiao Family from the Monster Beast Mountain Range, I once heard Young Master Xiao calling out below that this world did not belong to him."

At those words, Xun'er's brows furrowed, but she said nothing.

"At the time, I was very curious. What kind of setback could make Young Master Xiao speak such world-weary, detached words? So I silently began observing his every move."

Hearing this, Xun'er secretly bit her lip and held her breath.

"Not long afterward, Young Master Xiao seemed to suffer an enormous blow and ran alone to the top of a cliff. I feared he might do something foolish, so I secretly decided to help him."

The moment those words fell, Xun'er's eyes blazed, and her delicate fists clenched tightly, as though she were about to erupt.

"Miss Xun'er already knows what happened afterward. Once I have helped Young Master Xiao, it will be time for me to leave. After all, people like Young Master Xiao, who are weary of the world and detached from it, may not be so rare."

As soon as she finished speaking, Xun'er, whose heart had risen into her throat, instantly let out a long breath of relief. The more she looked at the gentle girl before her, the more pleasing she found her.

Hun Ruoruo watched and listened, secretly laughing to herself—

She had not told a single lie.