She turned to Zhou Xuan and introduced herself in a gentle voice. "My name is Zhang Qingyue. Ling'er and I are distant relatives, more or less, which is why I can come and go freely in the Inner Sect of your Spirit Sword Pavilion. You don't need to be so formal."
So they were relatives.
Zhou Xuan understood. No wonder Zhang Ling, the little firecracker, had gone down the mountain to meet her in person.
But understanding why didn't make him any less wary. His vigilance shot to its highest level.
Instinct?
A hunch?
Could you call the instincts of a Heavenly Secrets Pavilion disciple mere instincts?
That was expertise!
He was immensely relieved that he hadn't given himself away just now.
Even so, he still felt an invisible pressure bearing down on him.
His system and his identity as a transmigrator were his greatest secrets, the very foundation of his survival.
If this woman, who excelled at observing fortune, saw through them, the consequences would be unthinkable!
Just as Zhou Xuan's mind raced in a tangled mess, searching for a way to escape, Zhang Qingyue's next words made every hair on his body stand on end.
Her voice rang like water trickling over a spring, sweet to the ear, yet it made Zhou Xuan feel as though he'd fallen into an icy pit. She spoke softly:
"However, Junior Brother, you've certainly made me very curious."
"I wonder, would you be willing to let me use the secret art of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion to try and peer into you?"
As her words fell, the entire courtyard seemed to fall silent.
Zhou Xuan felt a chill shoot from the soles of his feet straight to the Celestial Crown of his head!
Peer into my fortune?
What kind of joke was