"I came early so I could make an appointment, you know." As she spoke, she reached out to take Ye Lingling's hand.
Ye Lingling dodged her hand with a look of distaste and straightened up. She let out a strange, sarcastic "Oh," then said sourly, "Listen to yourself. Do you even believe what you're saying?"
"I do! Of course I do!" Dugu Yan patted her ample chest, utterly self-righteous. "I, Dugu Yan, would never lie to my sisters!"
"Heh." Ye Lingling gave a cold laugh and ignored her. She walked around her and went straight to Zhao Linchuan and Yan Lingji, bowing politely.
"Dean Zhao, Dean Ling'er." She straightened, her gaze frank. "Yanzi and I would like to study here and, while we're at it, participate in this year's Soul Master Tournament."
"Would you two... be willing to take us in?"
Yan Lingji said nothing, merely giving Zhao Linchuan a meaningful glance.
There was a hint of teasing in her eyes, as if she were enjoying the show.
Zhao Linchuan replied gently, "Of course. You're welcome anytime."
"Yay!" Ye Lingling instantly dropped her composure, clenched her fists in front of her chest, and jumped excitedly. "That's wonderful! Yanzi and I can get spots on the championship team!"
"All right, behave yourselves." Yan Lingji's smile faded, replaced by a dignified, composed expression. "Come with me. I'll take you to register."
"Yes!" They answered quickly and obediently followed Yan Lingji.
Zhao Linchuan spoke up. "Go register with Dean Ling'er. I have something else to take care of, so I'll be off."
"Safe travels, benefactor!" Dugu Yan quickly waved.
Zhao Linchuan nodded and turned to leave. His figure soon disappeared beyond the doorway.
Yan Lingji glanced at them, then turned and walked toward the desk, her voice cool. "Come along."
"Coming, coming!" The