By the time Lu Shang returned to Zi Ling and Yuan Yao, the Yin Spirits had retreated, leaving Zi Ling waiting there for him.
Yuan Yao beside her, however, had her brows tightly knitted. Even with her face concealed, her wariness was evident.
Lu Shang slowly landed.
"How did it go? Are you all right? I saw that the Yin Spirits had all dispersed," Lu Shang said calmly.
"We're fine, but those Yin Spirits vanished not long after you lured the Tiger Demon away, Brother Lu," Zi Ling said unhurriedly, her hands held before her abdomen.
Yuan Yao, however, kept her brows furrowed and said, "Fellow Daoist, I'm afraid you've mistaken me for someone else. I'm not Yuan Yao."
Yuan Yao was still using a masculine voice and black clothing to conceal her feminine features, believing she could pull the wool over Lu Shang's eyes.
Both Lu Shang and Zi Ling smiled at her words.
"Fellow Daoist Yuan, I'm afraid such simple tricks can hardly conceal your bearing. Beneath that mask must be a face of peerless beauty," Zi Ling said slowly.
Seeing that both of them had seen through her disguise, Yuan Yao finally removed her mask, revealing a breathtakingly beautiful face that could turn all living beings upside down and set hearts racing.
Lu Shang had never possessed much resolve when it came to beautiful women. Faced with such stunning beauty, he truly froze for a moment, a faint flutter stirring in his heart.
This was different from Zi Ling.
Lu Shang felt that only after spending several days constantly at Zi Ling's side had he become able to look at her without reacting like this.
That glimpse through the curtain beneath the moon that night had indeed left him deeply stunned.
So had meeting Zi Ling again