Before long.
Lu Feng arrived outside Qi Wansu's room under Qi Gutong's guidance.
"You can prove your identity now."
Qi Jingyun spoke to Lu Feng from the doorway.
At the same time, he shot Qi Gutong a meaningful look, signaling that everything had been arranged.
All they needed to do now was play along. Once the messenger brought people from the Heaven Night Sword Sect and Cold River Thirteen Forts, the real show would begin.
Inside the room, Qi Wansu listened tensely to the commotion outside. Her heart was filled with concern over the impostor Night Feather Sword Master Qi Jingyun had mentioned. She could not understand what he was trying to achieve with this whole farce. Had he come up with some new trick to tease and humiliate her again?
Just then.
A familiar, affectionate voice drifted over.
"Xiao Wan... it's me."
The words were brief, low, and magnetic.
Qi Wansu's eyes instantly reddened. Her clenched hands trembled slightly. "Y-Young Master~"
That single cry of "Young Master" nearly poured out all the grievance in her heart.
Listening from outside, Qi Jingyun could not help suppressing a smile. At least she knows what's good for her! She's playing along so naturally.
But very soon, he realized something was off.
It seemed... too natural. So natural that it felt out of place!
Just as everyone wondered what Lu Feng would say next.
They saw that he made no mention at all of proving his identity.
"Were you hurt?"
Lu Feng's question sounded utterly abrupt to Qi Jingyun and the others.
Yet to Qi Wansu, it brought an unstoppable warmth to her heart. She shook her head through choked sobs. "Young Master, I'm fine. It's just Father..."
At the mention of her father, Qi Jingyun immediately coughed outside the door, the sound