Truth be told, She Ji's art of concealing her aura was exceptional. She had leaked almost no demonic energy at all; even when Ning'an County's wandering gods frequently passed through the temple fair, they had not noticed a thing.
Even Hu Yun had not smelled any demonic aura, yet some instinct made him look in that direction. Sure enough, even after encountering Mother Jujube, she still had not immediately given up.
She Ji naturally noticed Hu Yun as well. Someone who stood out like a crane among chickens was difficult to overlook. If he was not some strikingly beautiful woman in the mortal world disguised as a man, then he was most likely the female cultivator who had acted before.
She Ji had never intended to conceal her tracks. Once discovered, she showed no excessive reaction. Instead, she gracefully dipped slightly toward Hu Yun, then slowly walked over step by step.
Hu Yun frowned faintly, then immediately relaxed. He walked to a nearby table and smiled at the two Confucian scholars seated around it.
"Could you two do me a favor? A friend and I would like to borrow this table for some whispers."
Faced with the smile of the "woman" before them, the two Confucian scholars seemed to see winter plum blossoms in the academy bursting fully into bloom, white branches and crimson flowers rivaling the splendor of spring. They froze for a while before coming back to themselves.
"Uh, Miss, please, go right ahead!"
"Yes, yes, we'll squeeze in at another table."
"Please, Miss!"
The two Confucian scholars hurriedly stood up, gathered their belongings, and moved to the empty seats at the next table. Yet their eyes still could not pull away from the Red-Clothed Scholar.
Hu Yun was already used to it. He had not used any