Yang Lingrui's words jolted Feng Lingyue awake. Realizing she had lost her composure, she hurriedly adjusted her posture and coughed twice.
"Cough, cough... Greetings, Daoist Friend. Please, sit and speak."
"Thank you, Miss Feng."
Yang Lingrui sat down in a chair on the other side. When he turned his head, he caught the little girl stealing another glance at him before she promptly lowered her head again.
Her behavior made the female cultivator seated at the head of the room frown.
Yet Yang Lingrui saw only helplessness and indulgence in the female cultivator's eyes, not anger.
Putting their reactions together, he pondered for a moment and quickly sketched out the rough situation in his mind.
"Senior Zhu Xuan summoned me earlier and said that I had met some Young Lady of the Feng Family in the market."
To test his guess, Yang Lingrui took the initiative to say, "But after thinking it over, I have no recollection of meeting either of you Young Ladies. Could you have mistaken me for someone else?"
"No! We didn't mistake you! It was me that day—I only went out after disguising myself!"
Before her sister could speak, Feng Linghua had already anxiously risen to explain.
Feng Lingyue covered her forehead with one hand, utterly speechless, while Yang Lingrui was likewise startled by the Feng Family Young Lady's innocent simplicity.
He had merely asked casually, yet she had actually revealed that her family possessed methods of disguise.
Seeing her sister's and Yang Lingrui's reactions, Feng Linghua also realized that she had misspoken. She hurriedly hugged her knees and curled up on the stool, pursing her lips as she looked pitifully at Feng Lingyue.
"Sister, I was wrong..."
"Alright, alright. Just listen from now on. Don't interrupt again."
Feng Lingyue waved her hand helplessly, then turned