Xing Yuan's eyes, which had been smiling, instantly became dejected. She gently tugged at Mo Li Yue's sleeve and said, "Sister~"
Mo Li Yue suddenly and gently tidied Xing Yuan's clothes, saying, "Go on then! Don't keep Daoist Master Xuan Xu waiting."
"Then, I'll explain to you when I come out," Xing Yuan said softly, trying to make Mo Li Yue a little more "understanding" this way.
As soon as Xing Yuan entered the wooden house, Mo Li Yue's gaze sharpened, and she suddenly looked at Zhen Yu.
She had already realized that not everyone here knew Xing Yuan's true identity, but Zhen Yu was one of those who did.
Zhen Yu subconsciously took two steps back, but that was all he could do. Mo Li Yue suddenly stood in front of him, smiling at him.
"May I ask what Saintess has for Zhen Yu? However, Zhen Yu is of humble position and light words, so no matter what Saintess needs, Zhen Yu fears he will be unable to help," Zhen Yu said, subtly widening the distance between them, but his words were exceptionally polite.
"No, you can help me," Mo Li Yue chuckled. "I can see that you are a smart person, so... why pretend to be foolish?"
Zhen Yu looked at the gazes cast his way, his thick eyelashes trembling slightly, making him look as if he were being intimidated.
Mo Li Yue instantly understood his meaning and said solemnly, "You should still remember the favor you once promised my father, right? After all, you wouldn't want others to know that a disciple of the esteemed Daoist Master Xuan Xu is colluding with the Demonic Cult, would you?"
"Don't talk nonsense!" Zhen Yu quickly said. He had thought that this matter would be forgotten with Mo Nan Jing's death, never expecting that he would have told his daughter about it in the end.
"Yes, I did promise. So, are you going to use that promise of mine today?" Zhen Yu simply pulled Mo Li Yue aside and asked in a low voice.
"Yes!" Mo Li Yue said with a serious expression. If not now, then when? This person clearly had his own bottom line, and it would be difficult to get him to help their Demonic Cult. Therefore, it was better to use this to resolve her confusion. Although there were more than a dozen people in this small courtyard, only Zhen Yu was likely to tell her, the Saintess of the Demonic Cult, the truth.
"You must have heard just now. She was once a disciple of Master, so she is considered my senior sister. She joined the sect just a few months before me," Zhen Yu recalled, his eyes full of nostalgia. "Although her talent was exceptional, she always said that she had a sect she didn't want to be a disciple of Master. So, although Master admired her greatly, he only kept her by his side as a registered disciple out of consideration for her. She listened in while Master taught us. However, after less than two years, she suddenly stopped wanting to learn these things and left. As for anything else about her, it's just some unsubstantiated martial world rumors," Zhen Yu concluded.
"That's not right!" Mo Li Yue found it strange. "But it seems like others have heard her name before."
Zhen Yu looked at Mo Li Yue with a peculiar gaze. "Didn't you hear what she was called? She entered the Grandmaster realm years ago. Although martial artists are seen everywhere in our martial world, there are very few who can reach the Grandmaster realm. So, why wouldn't we all know her name? Isn't that normal?"
Mo Li Yue also remembered. Right! She hadn't thought of it for a moment. The Demonic Cult had portraits of all those who had reached the Grandmaster realm. Thinking carefully, although the faces in the portraits didn't match, she had indeed heard the name Xuan Xing. However... Grandmasters in the martial world were generally very old, and... how could she be like Ah Yuan? She didn't look like it at all. Besides acting spoiled towards her all day, Mo Li Yue couldn't see anything impressive about Xing Yuan.