Among the several disciples, the only one who had remained silent from beginning to end, showing neither movement nor reaction, was a woman.
She was extraordinarily beautiful, her face fair enough to glow, like the purest snowflakes. Her features were gentle, and her figure tall and slender. While several fellow disciples beside her chatted and discussed, she merely gazed silently at the bamboo grove across the pool. She seemed to be lost in thought, yet her beautiful eyes had not lost their focus.
"Why has Senior Sister Song been silent all this time?" The man surnamed Lu turned his gaze toward the woman and asked in an apparently casual manner, "Senior Sister Song is the most gifted among our generation. Under the pressure of Senior Ye, have you gained any insights of your own?"
"You flatter me, Junior Brother Lu. I truly have not. I merely came to take a look," the woman surnamed Song said with a polite smile. "It is certainly a good thing that Junior Brother Lu has gained some insight. That is very impressive."
"None? But over these past days, Senior Sister Song has come here every day and stayed for an hour or two before leaving. I had thought Senior Sister Song had gained some insight," said a slightly shorter female disciple beside her with a smile.
"How could I have?" The woman surnamed Song frowned slightly and immediately shook her head in denial. "Chen Nan, what nonsense are you talking about?"
"But everyone has seen it," said the female disciple named Chen Nan, sounding aggrieved.
The woman surnamed Song's gaze immediately swept across the faces of those around her. Seeing everyone give confirming looks, a flicker of instinctive panic flashed deep within her eyes.
"Perhaps I have been somewhat tired from comprehending Dao arts