Su Qingyue's casual chat with Ling Wuyuan and the others did not actually last long.
Before they had even exchanged more than a few words, her attention was quickly drawn away by something else—something completely beyond Su Qingyue's expectations.
"Wait—what does this have to do with me?!"
"I didn't do anything particularly strange!!"
"How was I supposed to know they would all start thinking such random nonsense—"
Listening to the disjointed conversation between Su Qingyue and a traveling Grand Elder,
a string of question marks immediately popped up in Ling Wuyuan and the others' minds.
They did not understand why Su Qingyue, who had been perfectly cheerful just moments ago, had suddenly become somewhat troubled—
Well.
Only somewhat.
And compared with being troubled—
The tone in Su Qingyue's words made Ling Wuyuan and the others feel that "speechless" might be a more fitting description. [Xi Xianlan: What's going on?]
[Wu Yanlian: No idea~]
[Pei Suxia: Seems like something unexpected happened.]
[Bai Jingshu: It probably isn't too serious. Pavilion Master Su's attitude has nothing to do with panic or worry—]
[Pei Yi: I think—]
Through the effects of the Gray Mist Imprint, the group immediately began discussing things in secret.
In the end, Ling Wuyuan was the one who settled the matter: [Forget it. Since Pavilion Master Su hasn't said anything, we'd better not ask too much.]
Although they were on quite good terms, they were ultimately juniors, and the matter did not look remotely urgent. It seemed more like a minor nuisance that left one helpless. Under such circumstances, Ling Wuyuan naturally did not feel that he should interfere.
After hearing him say that,
everyone naturally agreed and turned to discussing other topics.
They really were just idly chatting away with nothing better to do, rather like internet-addicted girls immersed