The battle in Black Cliff City was riddled with doubts.
Aunt Lan, being a direct witness, certainly knows the inside story.
And to pry open Aunt Lan's lips, or to discreetly inquire about the information, can only be done through this little girl who is putting on airs and acting powerful in front of me.
...
A two-hour period passed.
The sound of bells and chimes echoed, marking the end of the morning lesson for today.
"Alright, that's all for today."
Chen Ye put down the scroll, his gaze sweeping across the group of disciples below, who all looked relieved, finally fixing on Zhang Chuxi, who was preparing to sneak away. He said plainly,
"Zhang Chuxi, stay behind. The rest, you may leave."
Zhang Chuxi's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the small foot that had just stepped out withdrew silently.
She turned around, composed and elegant, not a single fault to be found: "Yes, Instructor."
