After an unknown amount of time, a bout of coughing sounded from the entrance of the hall. When Zhang Xiaohua and Meng turned around, they saw Peacock and Chen Chen standing outside.
Something was off about Peacock and Chen Chen's expressions.
Peacock's face was slightly cold, like frost. She had already seemed aloof and unapproachable, but now she kept others a thousand miles away.
Chen Chen, meanwhile, bit her lip. Her eyes held considerable indignation, along with a trace of provocation. Her chest rose and fell faintly, as though her emotions had yet to settle.
"Cough, cough. Zixia... no, I should call you Xiaoya. I truly never imagined that the little tagalong who always followed behind me so obediently would actually... be the Heavenly Dragon Sect Saintess, second only to one person and above ten thousand others. How did I not see it at all?" Chen Chen coughed, then continued, "Ren Xiaoyao, you really do have a good eye. No wonder, after taking advantage of Little Fish from Hui Chun Valley, you immediately wiped your mouth clean and refused to acknowledge it. So you'd already discovered Zixia's... extraordinary nature! Now that you've latched onto the Heavenly Dragon Sect Saintess's thigh, are you pleased with yourself?"
Zhang Xiaohua broke into a cold sweat. Chen Chen had always spoken frankly and bluntly, so she might not have meant any harm. Besides, although everything in Heart Refining Cave had only been an illusion array, he had developed quite a bit of "fondness" for Chen Chen and Peacock in his heart. Thus, hearing this did not bother him. Instead, he felt the absurd sensation of being the target of jealousy—like a wife being jealous of her husband for no reason at all.
Zhang Xiaohua gave a dry laugh. "Senior Sister Chen, listen to yourself.