The Art of Teleportation, Doubts About One's Origins (Part Two)

The mystic schools excelled at talismans, the demonic sects at arts, Buddhism at curses, and the Confucian sects at intent. Though this could not be called an ironclad rule, it was generally true. Flower Lady and Bai Lian naturally leaned toward the mystic schools, yet the more they considered it, the fewer possibilities remained. How could the likes of the Eight Sceneries Palace possibly have ties with someone like Jiu Yan, much less gift him a beautiful maid... It made no sense.

After pondering for a moment, Flower Lady saw more and more cultivators flying in and had no choice but to temporarily set aside her thoughts. Displaying her smooth, all-around social skills, she went out to placate them.

There was nothing to be said about it. They would certainly have to swallow this muffled loss first; otherwise, they would be tearing their faces apart with Jiu Yan, and that would bring no benefit whatsoever.

Bai Lian was unsuited to appear in such a setting, so she returned to the pill chamber first. Yet rather than continue researching incense-making, she considered the events of the day. But barely half an hour later, Flower Lady burst in and interrupted her train of thought.

"There's a lead."

The corners of Flower Lady's lips lifted slightly, and she was in rather good spirits. Her efforts entertaining people outside had not been in vain. With so many people and so many mouths, it was the perfect chance to gather information. In Huayan City, so long as she put her mind to it, what news could she fail to uncover?

"Word from Evergreen Gate says that Wenying really did arrive in the city four days ago. She sought them out herself and willingly became a maid. Her skill with throwing javelins is quite interesting. Some