Everything had happened so quickly that Liu Yanqing and Dongfang Yinghao were still too stunned to come back to their senses.
Seeing this, Yun Xiwu flicked out two gusts of wind that struck their chests, then said, "What? It has only been twelve years, and you no longer recognize us?"
"Ah!"
Pulled back to their senses by the wind art, Liu Yanqing and Dongfang Yinghao's shock turned to joy. They hurried forward and bowed to the two of them.
"Liu Yanqing greets Senior Sister and Senior Ling Rui!"
"Dongfang Yinghao greets Senior Sister Yun and Uncle Ling Rui!"
The way the two addressed Yang Lingrui followed what had been discussed before—they used their respective former connections.
Yang Lingrui nodded lightly at this, then merged that wisp of wind aura into the spirit core and sent it through the air to Liu Yanqing.
Liu Yanqing hesitated at the sight and looked toward her Senior Sister.
"Why are you looking at me? If it has been given to you, accept it."
"Ah, alright!"
With her Senior Sister's approval, Liu Yanqing happily accepted the final Divine Wind Spirit Core. She then bowed and said, "Many thanks to Senior Ling Rui for this treasure!"
"This is our first meeting, and I did not have time to prepare a proper gift. Take this spirit core for now. When there is a chance in the future, I will make it up to you with another gift."
Yang Lingrui looked at Liu Yanqing and spoke gently.
Liu Yanqing hurriedly waved her hands. "Oh, Senior Ling Rui, this is enough! This Divine Wind Spirit Core is already more than precious enough!"
"Ah, that is different. This is ultimately borrowing flowers to offer to Buddha; it was not something I specially prepared for you. I accept your gratitude, but