Only after a nudge from his two junior brothers did Lan Fang Ziyi finally notice that Ming Yun was staring at him.
Looking rather distracted, Lan Fang Ziyi glanced at Ming Yun, then at Sect Leader Li, who was speaking with their delegation leader nearby. He was somewhat speechless. As far as he remembered, they were hardly that close...
Sect Leader Li first exchanged a few pleasantries with the Heavenly Secret Sect's elder before turning her gaze toward the area where its disciples sat.
Her eyes swept over the empty seat with seeming casualness.
"Oh? Yun Huanling didn't come?"
At her master's words, Ming Yun stiffened slightly despite herself.
The man across from me isn't Yun Huanling?
One junior disciple secretly sent Lan Fang Ziyi a voice transmission. "Senior Brother, I think the way this woman looks at you is really strange."
The other junior disciple also transmitted, "It feels a little frightening."
Lan Fang Ziyi's face was almost frozen from smiling. Bullshit. This woman has been staring at me for ages for no apparent reason without saying a word. I'm scared out of my wits too, all right?
After Sect Leader Li spoke, that peculiar gaze finally shifted away.
"So you're not Yun Huanling." Her indifferent voice carried a lofty disdain.
Lan Fang Ziyi could not help frowning slightly. He had to admit that although this woman resembled Su Jiu, Su Jiu would never speak to anyone like that.
Su Jiu's cool aloofness was an aura she possessed naturally, unlike Ming Yun, whose air of detachment was fashioned from self-righteousness and a sense of superiority.
At first glance, the two kinds of aloofness seemed very similar, but the resemblance would not withstand closer scrutiny from anyone familiar with Su Jiu.
Besides, what had she meant by that last remark?