Miss Lu widened her eyes and couldn't help but ask, "Ms. Zhu, the Sikong Jing you're talking about... is it the one I've seen before?"
"You've seen him?" Ms. Zhu was stunned and then remembered, "Oh, yes, that's him... Lu'Er, you tell me, that kid is so silly, how could he match my Muyu Peak's high cliff flower."
"..." Miss Lu didn't speak, because she recalled the details of that day.
At that time, she didn't think much of it, but afterward, some details seemed off, although she never had the opportunity to bring up the topic of the Immortal Sect, now seemed like a perfect chance,
"Ms. Zhu." Suddenly, Miss Lu asked, "You... you and that Young Master Sikong's father, are you acquaintances?"
"Sikong Jing's dad? Sikong Lixu?" Ms. Zhu waved her hand repeatedly, "I wouldn't exactly call us acquaintances."
