Baili An has always greatly respected such senior figures with high prestige.
He quickly stopped moving forward, bowing to the silhouette inside the gauze curtain.
"Greetings, Mistress."
Unexpectedly, the silent maid turned out to be quite arrogant, her gaze contained a certain coldness uncharacteristic of a maid. She glanced at him and lifted the gauze curtain, gesturing for him to enter and speak.
Baili An continued to stand still, feeling that this act was rather disrespectful.
The distinction between n and won should be strictly observed.
At that mont, a strange yet lodious soft voice ca from beneath the curtain: "I have been traveling outside and no longer care about these sect rituals. You, little one, needn’t be so reserved. As the elder sister of the Sword Master, I naturally also see the sect disciples as my nieces and nephews. There’s no need for such an icy title like Mistress; if you wish, feel free to call Auntie."
Baili An was taken aback by this unexpected affectionate tone.
He already suspected himself to be the Sword Master’s child; if the person sitting inside was indeed the Sword Master’s elder sister, then she was very likely his biological aunt.
Baili An’s emotions were a bit confused.
Could it be that she had noticed sothing?
Suppressing the fluctuating emotions in his heart, Baili An respectfully bowed again, not bothering with anything else, and said: "Greetings, Auntie."
"Co in and speak." The voice under the curtain remained gentle, appearing very patient.
Seeing her act like an elder, Baili An no longer hesitated and followed the maid inside.
In front of a purple lacquered table sat a beautiful woman, with sculpted shoulders and a long neck, slender but not skeletal, with arched brows and charming eyes, a lively deanor. At first glance, she appeared graceful in her tranquility, yet enchanting in the mortal realm.
Upon closer inspection, it could be seen that this dignified and ascetic beauty harbored a certain lingering charm, an alluring stance.
This appearance was exceptional, unmatched in the mortal world.
Baili An did not recognize such a woman; her unfamiliar and beautiful face looked at him with complete kindness and love.
She took two pieces of ginger candy from the fruit plate on the table and gestured to Baili An: "Look at this child, so lovable. Co, Auntie has candy for you to eat."
Baili An’s attitude was humble and courteous, not daring to refuse the elderly’s goodwill, bowing repeatedly and reaching out to receive.
However, just as his fingers were about to touch the candies, his hand shifted and boldly bypassed the candies to grasp her alabaster wrist.
The Mistress’s willow brows rose, commanding without anger: "Presumptuous! I am your Auntie!"
Baili An sat up straight, his expression unchanged, forcefully pulling her into his arms. His other hand unceremoniously slapped her pert buttocks, producing a clear, alluring sound.
He quickly released her wrist, lifted her smooth chin with his fingers, and looked into her eyes: "Even if I’m presumptuous, could I be more so than you, Ning Daren River Lord? Pretending to be Auntie here, aren’t you afraid that the swordsn of the Xijian Sect will catch you and imprison you beneath the Sin Sword Pool, ensuring you’re never reborn."
The woman’s lips curved in a smile while leaning against him, with a deliberately reproachful tone: "Oh dear, this Transformation Technique is impressive in appearance but useless, you actually saw through it at a glance."
While speaking, she had already reverted to her original voice.
In truth, Ning Feiyan was genuinely shocked.
This Transformation Illusion Technique had even deceived the Heavenly Seal Sword Master, over the years, no immortal or cultivator in the mortal world could unravel it.
How did he recognize her at a glance?
Baili An laughed: "You need to practice your Transformation Technique a bit more."
"Look at you, being so capable." Ning Feiyan rolled her eyes in mock anger, saying: "Just now, if you had recognized Hong Zhuang, how could you have been tricked into obediently calling Auntie."
Just now, was the cold-eyed maid actually Hong Zhuang?
Baili An was greatly surprised; he truly hadn’t recognized Hong Zhuang.
Ning Feiyan’s lips remained ordinary, yet there was a subtle smile in her eyes, her brows slightly bent, inexplicably captivating the heart.
This silly cat is indeed becoming more and more interesting.
In terms of the art of transformation, her skills far surpassed Hong Zhuang’s, yet the newly transford Hong Zhuang could so easily deceive his eyes.
When it ca to her, however, he could recognize her instantly.
Ning Feiyan didn’t bother to delve into the true aning behind it, simply finding that the silly cat she hadn’t seen in a while looked rather pleasing now, bringing joy.
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