Chapter 404 - Perfect Disguise (2/2)

The third disciple.

“Sect Master! My goodness, I’m actually meeting the sect master. Am I dreaming? Quick, punch me!”

“…”

The fourth disciple.

“Sect Master! Have you… eaten?”

“…”

They met more than ten disciples along the way, and each of them looked more victorious than the previous one. Yet, nobody seemed to notice that something was amiss. It was like… Shen Ying had always looked this way. Even Yu Hong did not notice.

The key was Shen Ying’s sharp-tongue seemed to have been switched off. All she did was stiffened up as she walked back. Her expression did not even change. She spoke no more than ten words each time. Even when she saw Yu Hong, all she did was nod.

“Shen Ying, why are you-” Lonemoon was just about to ask, when they bumped into yet another person.

“Good Heart…” Lan Hua suddenly rushed over. “Can you return me that Fire Subduer Fan that I handed to you the last time? It’s not easy to manage the deviant fire used for refining pills without a fan. This concerns my reputation as the master of tenth-grade heavenly pill refinement. Can you just take it as you’re lending it to me?” He could not let himself go down in history as the one who caused the cauldron to explode.

Shen Ying paused. Then, she took one step back. A moment later, she turned to look at the two people beside her.

Who?

“This is Boss Lan. We will explain to you later,” Lonemoon quickly blurted. He retrieved a red fan from his storage back and faced Lan Hua. “Is this the one?”

“Yes, this is it!” Lan Hua’s eyes brightened. He reached out for it. “Quick, give it to me. I’m in the middle of refining my pills.”

“Oh.” Lonemoon narrowed his eyes. His eyes twinkled for a second, but he ended up handing the fan to the person behind him. “Shen Ying, you hand it to him!”

Huh?

Shen Ying, “…”

Yi Qing: “…”

“Holy shit!” Lan Hua was so angry that he was about to explode. “You…” You’re doing this on purpose! You must be!

Shen Ying, on the other hand, glanced down at the fan in her hand, then back at the man in front of her. Why did she have to hand it to him? She reached out to pass it to Lan Hua.

Lan Hua’s expression twisted. He suddenly looked like he was about to burst into tears. Trembling, he reached out and took it, then shot a death glare at the shrewd businessman. “You bastard, just you wait!”

As he spoke, he opened his bag, gritted his teeth, and started to take things out of tit. “Here, I just refined these pills. Here’s a tenth-grade one, and a ninth-grade one, and an eighth-grade, and those below eighth-grade. There are also these weapons I produced, as well as a Waterproof Bell, Ice Silk, a Mixed Yuan Clock…”

He retrieved more and more items, until he could no longer stuff anymore in Shen Ying’s hands. It was then that he finally stopped. He trembled with the empty storage bag in his hands.

Shen Ying, who was almost drowning in weapons, equipment and pills: “…”

“I only have these for now,” Lan Hua said announced helplessly. “Is that alright?”

This darned good-heartedness!

Shen Ying paused. A moment later, the corner of her mouth twitched. “Well…”

Before she could finish speaking, Lan Hua tossed the storage back at her. “Here, take it, take it, take it all! Is that alright!” He tightened his grip on his fan and stalked out of the door. If he stayed any longer, he might even leave his own pants behind.

“Mm, not bad! You’re quite good at improvising!” Lonemoon patted Shen Ying on the shoulder.

She had not completed her sentence: “… I don’t need it.”

Lonemoon, “…”

Yi Qing: “…”

Yi Qing stared at Shen Ying, whose expression remained cold. Why did he feel like Master was…