Song ilin blinked. What exactly happened here?
Fortunately, she had no intention of asking.
Although she had spent a short ti with these two, she had learned sothing important.
These two can be talking about serious matters one mont and flirting the next.
Sotis it was better not to know.
So she took her seat and looked at the dishes already arranged on the table.
"Let’s start eating already. I’m quite hungry."
Seeing the two nod, Song ilin spoke with an apologetic look on her face.
"I had originally intended to take you two around the sect today. But because of the urgent matters, the plan had to be delayed."
"It’s alright, El—Sister Song, Miss Xing took good care of us." Su Mo, who now knew Song ilin’s true age, almost addressed her as Elder. However, feeling Yang Qingxi’s gaze on him, he imdiately changed course.
"Elsister?" Song ilin looked confused.
"Nothing." Su Mo calmly picked up his teacup.
Although she felt the address sounded strange, Song ilin didn’t dwell on it.
"Don’t worry. I’ll take you around tomorrow." She smiled before suddenly looking around. "Speaking of Xing, where is she? Why haven’t I seen her? Is she not coming out for dinner?"
As she spoke, her gaze naturally fell on the caretaker standing nearby.
The caretaker imdiately stepped forward and bowed. "Elder Song, Miss Xing has gone to pay respects to her mother."
Song ilin’s eyes widened slightly.
"Was it today?"
The caretaker nodded. "Yes, Elder Song."
Song ilin sighed softly.
"Alright. You may go."
Then she added,
"When she cos back, make sure she eats sothing. That child always skips als on this day."
"The servant understands." The caretaker bowed and quietly left.
Watching her departure, Song ilin couldn’t help shaking her head.
"That girl. Why didn’t she remind earlier? I wouldn’t have given her any work today."
Su Mo had spent the entire afternoon boasting—ahem, sharing stories of his glorious adventures—with Shen Xing. As a result, his impression of her was fairly good.
Hearing this conversation, he already had a rough guess.
Still, he wanted confirmation.
"Sister Song..."
"Hm?"
"Miss Xing’s mother... Is she..."
Song ilin closed her eyes briefly before nodding.
"She passed away years ago."
"I see." Su Mo let out a quiet sigh.
Yang Qingxi also placed her chopsticks down.
"Can you tell us more about her?" she asked. "I felt Xing was quite an interesting girl. Even though she was enthusiastic, there was also a sense of distance between us."
Song ilin beca thoughtful.
"Actually, I also hope Xing can make more friends."
She smiled faintly.
"It doesn’t hurt to tell you."
Then she looked toward Yang Qingxi.
"Perhaps you two can beco good friends in the future. Especially considering you already have so bond."
The aningful glance caused both Su Mo and Yang Qingxi to pause.
A bond?
Neither understood what she ant.
What kind of bond could possibly be ford after spending only an afternoon together?
A braggart and a believer?
Well... Thinking about how attentively Shen Xing listened to Su Mo’s stories, perhaps there really was so kind of bond.
"I’ll start from the beginning."
Song ilin straightened slightly.
"Back then, Xing’s father, Shen Kai, was a wandering cultivator..."
Su Mo and Yang Qingxi exchanged glances.
Although Song ilin said she would start from the beginning, they felt there was no need to start from that far back. Right?
However, seeing how invested she already looked in telling the story, neither of them dared interrupt.
Besides, perhaps they could learn sothing useful about White Moon Sect in the process.
"...During his travels, Shen Kai discovered the existence of the Pishachas. He also learned about White Moon Sect, which had been fighting these monsters for generations."
Song ilin’s eyes brightened slightly as she continued.
"Deeply moved, he ca to et our Sect Master, and they had a brawl."
Su Mo and Yang Qingxi’s lips twitched.
How did being deeply moved and starting a brawl have any connection whatsoever?
Their hearts were full of complaints, but neither showed them on their faces.
Instead, they silently listened.
"Afterwards, they drank together and had a heart-to-heart conversation."
Song ilin smiled.
"Then they beca bosom friends."
The two listeners nodded chanically.
At least that sequence made a little more sense.
"Shen Kai eventually stopped wandering and joined White Moon Sect. He decided to fight against the Pishachas alongside us. Through years of contributions, he eventually beca the current Great Elder Shen."
"His position today is second only to the Sect Master."
That piece of information surprised them slightly.
They had guessed Shen Xing’s background wasn’t ordinary, but they hadn’t expected her father to be the Great Elder.
Still, what interested them more was her mother.
Su Mo finally raised his hand.
"Um, Sister Song."
"Hm?"
"We wanted to hear about Miss Xing’s mother."
Song ilin imdiately looked dissatisfied. "I was just getting to that."
Su Mo obediently lowered his head.
Yang Qingxi’s shoulders trembled slightly. She was trying very hard not to laugh.
Song ilin coughed lightly.
"Now then."
She frowned.
"Where was I?"
"The bosom friends married."
Su Mo answered without hesitation.
The dining table instantly beca silent.
Song ilin froze.
"...What?"
Su Mo blinked.
"What?"
"You just said—"
"Did I say anything?"
His expression was so innocent that Song ilin couldn’t find a single flaw.
Yang Qingxi imdiately lowered her head and took a sip of tea.
Unfortunately, the trembling of her shoulders beca even more obvious.
Song ilin stared at Su Mo for several seconds.
Then she looked at Yang Qingxi.
Then back at Su Mo.
Eventually, she rubbed her forehead.
Had she really heard wrong?
After today’s battle and the exhausting eting, perhaps she was genuinely getting old.
With a sigh, she shook her head.
"Forget it."
Then she continued.
"After joining the sect, Shen Kai t Xing’s mother."
"Her na was Wu Yuna."
"She was the Sect Master’s cousin and also the previous treasurer of White Moon Sect."
As Song ilin spoke those words, her tone unconsciously softened.
It was obvious that even after all these years, she still respected the woman deeply.
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