That question was hard to answer.
If he said Meng Yao was prettier and Senior Sister Duan spread the word, would that she-devil let her off easy?
If he said the she-devil was prettier, where would that leave Brother Feng's wife?
Of two evils, choose the lesser. Tang Yan already had his answer.
Glancing at Duan Yin, who looked ready to enjoy the show, Tang Yan asked, "Senior Sister, why aren't you included?"
Duan Yin's eyes curved into crescents. Was her junior brother about to compliment her? He was catching on!
"Then who's the prettiest-the Thirteenth Elder, Meng Yao, or me?" Duan Yin asked.
"Master is the prettiest!" Tang Yan answered earnestly.
Duan Yin frowned, but considering that the brat might simply respect his master and honor her teachings, she asked again, "Who's the second prettiest?"
Without the slightest hesitation, Tang Yan promptly answered, "Fairy Meng Yao!"
Bang!
Duan Yin slammed the book onto the table and snapped, "Why did you add me?"
Tang Yan answered truthfully, "I couldn't bear to let Meng Yao come last."
"You!" Duan Yin pointed at Tang Yan, her chest heaving with anger. Through gritted teeth, she said, "I'm telling the Thirteenth Elder that you've been neglecting your cultivation and going around swindling people with formations!"
"Master is busy. Let's not bother her. We can talk this out!" Tang Yan hurriedly held Duan Yin back.
"I heard Feng Chenye wrote five books. You have fifteen minutes to find me the other four!" Duan Yin laid down her terms.
"Come on, Senior Sister. If even you can't find them, why make things difficult for your junior brother?"
"I don't care!" Duan Yin folded her arms and turned away to sulk. "If you don't bring me the books, I'm complaining to your master!"
"I really can't find