Pei Wanyu chuckled softly, having already understood the deeper aning in Lu Yunzhu's words.
If 'Lu Lushi' didn't sound so odd, this woman might have introduced herself that way.
So, is she here for , Jin'an's master?
With this thought, Pei Wanyu straightened up, looking calmly at Lu Yunzhu standing atop the Golden Phoenix, and gestured invitingly: "Miss Lu, please."
Lu Yunzhu stepped down from the Golden Phoenix, her eyes behind the mask seed to ripple slightly.
In her current line of sight, Pei Wanyu seed to be enveloped in a light mist, clearly visible, yet impossible to see through.
'Huang Ningshang, heh heh...'
A mocking smile curved at the corner of Lu Yunzhu's mouth beneath the mask. At the mont she touched the ground, the Golden Phoenix transford into a woman in a green dress, obediently following behind her.
Pei Wanyu watched Lu Yunzhu pass by, noticing the red bean earring on her earlobe, causing her pupils to narrow slightly.
The earring concealed a difficult-to-discern image, and the child in the picture... was Jin'an.
In Pei Wanyu's mind, the jade pendant that Zhu Nanzhi wore at her waist when she first ca to Taichu Hall suddenly resurfaced.
That jade pendant also had Lu Jin'an engraved in it.
Coincidence?
Pei Wanyu's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly. As she was about to take a step forward, Zeng Suqin's puzzled voice transmission suddenly sounded near her ear.
"It's one thing not to show her true face, but why introduce herself only as 'Lu'," she said skeptically, "why doesn't she even ntion her na?"
Hearing Zeng Suqin's question, Pei Wanyu paused, turned to glance at Zeng Suqin, and then looked at the sect elders present.
From the faint confusion and dissatisfaction in their eyes, it was easy to surmise that they also didn't know Lu Yunzhu's na.
Pei Wanyu was certain that after Lu Yunzhu ntioned 'Lu,' she didn't use any voice transmission or other spell, but... why didn't the other mbers of the Wandao Sect hear the na 'Lu Yunzhu'?
Thinking of this, Pei Wanyu looked at Zeng Suqin again and transmitted: "Her na is Lu Yunzhu."
Zeng Suqin paused: "Her na is... what?"
Oh?
Observing Zeng Suqin's reaction, Pei Wanyu could tell it wasn't feigned, she truly hadn't heard it.
This is... starting to get interesting.
"Master Pei." Lu Yunzhu stopped, not turning her head: "Aren't you coming?"
Pei Wanyu shook her head slightly at Zeng Suqin, then stepped beside Lu Yunzhu with a slight smile: "Please."
"Where does Master Pei plan to take ?"
"Naturally, to Taichu Hall," Pei Wanyu chuckled lightly, "After all, you're not interested in places other than Taichu Hall, are you?"
"Then... I'll trouble you."
Behind them, Zeng Suqin watched Pei Wanyu's back in confusion, what did her shaking head an?
Moreover, why didn't she ntion the na of the woman from the Lu clan?
Also, why are they heading to Taichu Hall?
And, what is this strange atmosphere between Pei Wanyu and the masked woman from the Lu clan?
At the edge of Taiyi Hall's cliff.
Yang Wentai, standing behind Zheng Dongliu, looked puzzled: "Lu? Which Lu? She won't even say her na? So arrogant?"
"She did say it." Zheng Dongliu's voice was calm.
"She said it?" Yang Wentai paused, turning to look at Ji Wenchang, who had just broken through to the Divine Concealnt Realm: "Did you hear it? Fine, you didn't hear it either."
Because he saw the confusion and bewildernt in Ji Wenchang's eyes.
"Sect Master." Yang Wentai looked toward Zheng Dongliu, "Who is she from the Lu clan?"
"Even if I tell you, you won't hear it." Zheng Dongliu turned with his hands behind his back: "Let Taichu Hall entertain her."
"Sect Master, why can't we hear it?" Ji Wenchang pursued the question.
Zheng Dongliu, now heading into the hall, rely waved his hand without speaking.
Ji Wenchang and Yang Wentai exchanged glances, their confusion deepening, what did the Sect Master an by this?
Does he not know either?
Still can't speak?
Inside Taiyi Hall, Zheng Dongliu walked to the opposite side of the chessboard at the stone table and sat down, looking at Shangguan Qizheng seated across from him: "Did you hear it?"
Shangguan Qizheng frowned, staring intently at the scattered chess pieces on the board, and after a while, slowly shook his head: "No."
He looked up at Zheng Dongliu across from him: "Old guy, did you hear it?"
"No."
"Then do you... know?"
"I simply know." Zheng Dongliu stroked his beard: "She is Jin'an's older sister."
Hearing this, Shangguan Qizheng's mouth twitched: "A cuckoo bird laid an egg in Wandao Sect? And you let that egg beco the Saint Heir and the future Sect Master? What were you thinking?"
"Jin'an beca the Saint Heir by his own ans, what does that have to do with ?"
"But since you know his identity, aren't you going to do sothing?" Shangguan Qizheng frowned: "Do you really plan to do sothing only after Wandao Sect is rged into the Lu Clan?"
"No." Zheng Dongliu smiled slightly: "Jin'an would not."
"Heh... how many people in this world think it wouldn't happen, and what's the result?" Shangguan Qizheng snorted coldly: "Take the Changqing Zhao Clan for example, the Lu Clan was initially just the hired help for the Zhao Clan, and what happened to the Zhao Clan?
Not only was most of the Zhao Clan slaughtered by the Lu Clan, but the Source Blood was also taken by them. How is that any different from the group from the Upper Realm?"
"Speaking of recent events." Shangguan Qizheng tapped on the chessboard: "In the past millennium, how many sect families were replaced by the Lu Clan due to the 'eggs' they threw out..."
Zheng Dongliu raised his hand to interrupt Shangguan Qizheng's words and teasingly said: "Isn't this considered a way of survival of the fittest?"
"Besides." Zheng Dongliu said blandly: "Isn't Jin'an fit to be the Saint Heir of Wandao Sect, the future Sect Master?"
"He could even be the future leader of the Human Clan without issue." Shangguan Qizheng said without hesitation: "It's rely, this..."
He hesitated for a long ti and finally said rather speechlessly: "The Feng Shui of the Lu Clan's ancestral tombs is too good, isn't it? Not only did Jin'an erge, but now there's another mysterious older sister. Whose ancestral tombs could smoke like this?"
Zheng Dongliu stroked his beard and laughed heartily: "Who knows? But I've known Jin'an's identity from the start."
"Oh?" Shangguan Qizheng beca interested: "That doesn't seem like the style of a 'cuckoo bird'. Why do you say that?"
"That could be regarded as the Lu Clan's family matter."
"Hmm?" Shangguan Qizheng squinted his eyes: "Are these siblings at odds? Do you intend to use Jin'an to weaken the Lu Clan?"
Zheng Dongliu glanced at Shangguan Qizheng: "Are you looking down on this old man?"
"Haha, indeed." Shangguan Qizheng laughed: "If you wanted to weaken the Changqing Immortal Clan, why would you need to rely on soone else's hand?
But since that's the case, what is your plan?"
"No plan." Zheng Dongliu placed the chess pieces back into their respective containers: "I'm old."
"That doesn't sound like sothing you'd say." Shangguan Qizheng shook his head and thought for a mont before asking: "Why did Jin'an's older sister only go to Taichu Hall?"
"Family matters, perhaps."
"Oh?" Shangguan Qizheng was thoughtful: "Propose to Taichu Hall?"
"I don't know." Zheng Dongliu waved his hand: "Let's not talk about irrelevant things, hurry up and make your move, the matter of the Upper Realm coming down is most important now."
"Alright, alright." Shangguan Qizheng said, suddenly sighing lightly, his expression becoming more solemn: "Do you really not plan to do anything about the Lu Clan? It's not good for a family to dominate the Human Clan."
"Don't worry." Zheng Dongliu said indifferently: "The way of heaven is constant."
"If so..." Shangguan Qizheng leaned forward, his expression more serious: "Why is it that Jin'an's older sister is only in the Divine Presence Realm, yet she's not in the Life Wheel Five Elents?"
Pausing, Shangguan Qizheng continued to ask: "Who is she?"
"You ask this old man?" Zheng Dongliu glanced at Shangguan Qizheng: "Then I'll tell you, her na is Lu Yunzhu."
"Her na is..." Shangguan Qizheng frowned, staring intently into Zheng Dongliu's eyes: "What?"
"See, talking about ghosts." Zheng Dongliu sipped a mouthful of tea and urged: "Hurry, hurry, play chess, play chess!"
Shangguan Qizheng frowned even deeper, feeling only a heavy fog before him.
On the stone steps of Taichu Peak, Lu Yunzhu raised her eyes, the smile under her mask increasingly mocking.
Within her sight, everything seed clear, yet also inscrutable.
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Author: Still owe 129,000 words.
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