Heavenly Derivation Sect.
Chen Baiqing sat calmly in the courtyard, her eyes slightly lowered as she looked at the teacup before her.
Lü Xuan sat opposite Chen Baiqing, his expression unconsciously a little tense.
To be honest, Lü Xuan had not felt this way in who knew how many years.
The feeling of being silently held in someone's grip-the last time he had felt it was when his own master had tricked him.
This little girl spoke with a fine sense of propriety, and her manner made people find her endearing without realizing it.
She seemed never to have asked a single question she should not.
For instance, whether the faint trace of Chu Xingchen's spiritual power inside the room was fake.
Or why Chu Xingchen had come to the Heavenly Derivation Sect for secluded cultivation instead of staying in his own sect.
Lü Xuan understood that Chen Baiqing, sitting before him, already knew her master had gone somewhere to take care of something without even telling his own disciple.
Things kept secret like this generally had one very serious implication-they were extremely dangerous.
Chen Baiqing knew everything. She had not pressed for answers, merely sat quietly in the courtyard where Chu Xingchen was supposedly cultivating in seclusion.
After all, using spirit stones to fake secluded cultivation was fundamentally unreliable, no better than painting a tiger to frighten a cat.
Lü Xuan had thought that after sitting there for a few days... Chen Baiqing might leave on her own.
But that was not what happened. Chen Baiqing had already sat there for over half a month.
She went nowhere, merely sitting quietly in the courtyard, neither speaking nor making demands.
Lü Xuan had never encountered anything like this either. If Yan Yun could treat him this way...
Forget it. He