Ye Qianxin looked at Qian Renxue with a strange expression but did not dare ask too much. Such a young Soul Emperor, along with the sacred, radiant aura emanating from her body, already spoke of an extraordinary identity. Smiling, Ye Qianxin led the way.
"So you're Lin Feng's teacher. This way, please."
The wooden door was gently pushed open.
Lin Feng was bent over the table, completely absorbed in the Immortal Herb Atlas. Thinking Ye Qianxin had come in again with tea and snacks, he did not even raise his head.
Ye Lingling looked up at the sound. When she saw the woman at the door, she froze on the spot.
She had never seen anyone so beautiful. Dressed in a plain white gown and carrying a sacred air, Qian Renxue seemed like an Angel who had stepped out of a painting.
Ye Lingling unconsciously tightened her grip on the pen in her hand. For the first time in her life, she felt a little insecure about her own appearance.
Qian Renxue's gaze first swept across the entire study. The two desks stood far apart. Lin Feng was reading at one, while Ye Lingling sat opposite him with her head lowered, making copies. There was not the slightest sign of impropriety between them.
Then she lowered her gaze to the book before Lin Feng. The yellowed pages clearly depicted an Immortal Herb Atlas, with names such as "Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew," "Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass," and "Infernal Delicate Apricot" written beside the illustrations. She instantly understood that everything Flender had said was utter nonsense.
Qian Renxue's reason regained the upper hand, and most of the chill around her faded. She slowly walked to Lin Feng's side, glanced over the book's contents, furrowed her delicate brows slightly, and softly read