Thoughts

Having gone far enough that Zhang Xiaohua could not possibly hear them, Junior Brother Yang asked in a low voice, "Senior Brother Yue, could that ordinary-looking disciple be the one Zhang Ping'er had been running herself ragged over a few days ago, going to her master and then to elders who had ties with her master, trying to pull strings for?"

Yue Zhuoqun glanced at the people beside him and lowered his voice as well. "That should be right. Zhang Ping'er was injured before, and when I went to visit her several times, I was turned away at the door. Later, I heard her injuries had healed, so I deliberately went to see her again. Unfortunately, I ran into her on the mountain path instead. She was in a great hurry, and when I asked what she was busy with, she would not say. But from her expression, she was utterly different from before You Lan Mu Lian."

"Different?" Junior Brother Yang frowned slightly. "From Senior Brother Yue's tone earlier, it seemed... you already had several parts confidence. How... could there be another variable now?"

"Isn't that so?" Yue Zhuoqun's eyes shifted. Seeing that the dozen or so other disciples were at his side but still some distance away, paying no attention to his conversation with Junior Brother Yang, he said, "Before You Lan Mu Lian, although Zhang Ping'er still rejected me as always, she had long since stopped being so curt with her words. If the opportunity arose, I could even make her laugh. I knew her master was gravely ill, so I found several spirit herbs for her. From her mouth, I could occasionally hear a few words of 'Senior Brother Yue'... But after she returned from You Lan Mu Lian, it was as if she had become