Bixiao lowered her head slightly, her voice filled with boundless bashfulness. Her pretty face was as red as a ripe tomato.
"Senior Sister, I—I'm not telling."
Bixiao stomped her foot and ran off, her face flushed with embarrassment.
Qiongxiao and Yunxiao watched Bixiao's retreating figure and exchanged bewildered glances.
"That girl. Hmph, hmph."
Qiongxiao stomped her foot, her face full of impatience. She clearly wanted very much to know what had happened, but Bixiao had not said a word, leaving her itching with curiosity as if mice were scratching at her heart.
Yunxiao also lightly bit her pearly teeth and said, "Junior Sister, let's go inside Biyou Palace and take a look."
"Mm-hmm!"
Qiongxiao nodded, her cheeks flushed.
The two of them exchanged a glance, then stepped into Biyou Palace together.
"Senior Disciple Brother?"
Qiongxiao entered the palace and looked around, but she did not see Lin Xuan anywhere. Confusion rose in her heart.
"Could Senior Disciple Brother not be inside the palace?"
Yunxiao was also puzzled. Her limpid eyes swept around the palace.
Just as the two of them were about to walk toward a side hall, a majestic voice rang out inside Biyou Palace.
"Junior Sisters, I'm here."
A graceful figure in white appeared atop the dignified meditation cushion in Biyou Palace.
His eyes were slightly closed, and his entire body was surrounded by an incomparably profound Daoist aura. Divine radiance rippled behind him, making him appear sacred and extraordinary, inspiring reverence.
"Senior Disciple Brother."
When Bixiao and Yunxiao saw Lin Xuan, their cheeks flushed slightly, like ripe apples.
"Junior Sisters, what brings you here?"
Lin Xuan slowly opened his eyes, and a dazzling light burst from them.
"Senior Brother, so you were preparing to enter seclusion for cultivation?"
Yunxiao immediately realized that Lin Xuan was currently cultivating,