Tian Miao and Tian Xun, this pair of master and apprentice sisters, not only had misperceptions about the wife-pampering little overlord.
Now they also seemed to have discrepancies in their understanding of Ying Bing.
Ying Bing in Tian Miao's eyes, if she had to use two words to describe her, would probably be terrifying. Whether as a peer, as a woman, or even starting from her old profession of fortune-telling, Ying Bing was full of oppressive presence.
"Senior Sister, you must be lying to me, and what the Cold Fairy told you was different too."
On the way back to Purple Sun Prefecture together, Tian Xun lowered her voice and said.
Of course it was.
What were you talking about with the Cold Fairy? You talked about her husband, could the corners of her mouth not curl into an ω shape from start to finish?
Well, Ying Bing was not good at smiling in front of strangers, but the corners of her mouth were a bit hard to suppress.
Yet what could Tian Miao say? Could she say the Cold Fairy wasn't actually like this, and that you happened to find the only topic that made her happy?
Tian Miao fell silent for a moment. "...Ah, right, right, right."
Seeing that her Senior Sister finally conceded, Tian Xun hummed and ran briskly over to Ying Bing's side.
She still had a task this time around.
The Derivation Sect was the sect with the most well-informed news and intelligence in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, and naturally it could not rely entirely on destiny arts. Firstly, destiny arts could not be used constantly, and secondly, observing destiny was somewhat hazy and vague, allowing one to know only the general direction.
Detailed information relied even more on disciples descending the mountain