Xiao Xueyu saw her adoptive father's reaction and couldn't tell whether Wang Yue was a bad person or not. She could only steel herself and say, "I saw him and his master being driven off by local bullies. I even went to help them at the time.
"I remember him quite well. I'm familiar with the little Daoist's face, but for some reason, his temperament seems to have changed.
"If he used to be a little timid, now he seems especially confident. It's hard to make sense of."
After a moment of silence, Xiao Xilou asked out of the blue, "Xueyu, you said that little Daoist was staring at you?"
Xiao Xueyu's face immediately flushed when she heard him. Somewhat embarrassed, she said, "That's what your younger brother's friend said. I didn't see it myself."
Sun Huishan immediately understood what her husband meant. At the same time, she keenly sensed that Xiao Xueyu might have feelings for their eldest son, Xiao Yiren.
No matter what, Xiao Xueyu was the daughter they had said they would adopt. Though people in the martial world didn't pay much attention to formalities, it wouldn't look good if word got around.
Besides, Sun Huishan could tell that Xiao Yiren didn't like Xiao Xueyu that way. He only saw her as a younger sister, and Xiao Xueyu herself probably didn't know whether what she felt was familial affection or love.
So Sun Huishan smiled and said, "Our Xueyu is so beautiful. That little Daoist must like her. I just don't know whether he can marry. Some Taoist Sects forbid their disciples from marrying."
Seeing his wife play along, Xiao Xilou naturally said, "I've always felt our girl has grown up. What kind of hero could possibly be worthy of our daughter?
"Now a young master like