Huo Lian noticed the overly thin servant wearing the attire of a first-class maid, and followed her to the side.
The girl seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember who she was.
Lan Xin, eyes full of urgency, said, "Young Master, that Chen Muxue is a fraud!"
Huo Lian saw the genuine urgency in her eyes and couldn't help but find it amusing, "Oh? How so?"
"Young Master, you have seen so many cultivators. Tell me, which of them is like her?" Lan Xin said, gesturing subtly to her own clothes.
Yes, it's true that as a first-class maid of the grand Imperial Merchant Huo Family, the material of her garments might not be precious, but definitely not inferior either.
Huo Lian tried to recall, and then remembered Miss Chen's attire was indeed quite plain.
"It's just clothing. Some people prefer comfortable attire. It doesn't signify anything."
Lan Xin was alarmed. The Young Master had been beguiled too deeply! What sorcery had this gluttonous demoness used?
