Until an hour later, when all the dishes on the table had been wiped clean, did Shen Ying touch her tummy, indicating that she was full. Yi Qing returned next door with the small table, then those female cultivators returned in succession.
But unlike the blind eyes from earlier, in moments, everyone's gaze towards her was oddly filled with -envy?
Huh?
Shen Ying fell into a daze. Before she could think further, an arm still a talisman on it suddenly came closer and very naturally went around her shoulders. "Hey! Sister! I am Lu Lin, may I know how to address you?"
"Shen Ying."
"So it's Sister Shen!" She greeted with cupped fists before continuing to ask, "By the way, the one earlier… is he your disciple?" As she spoke, she even winked teasingly.
"Mm… I guess he is." Shen Ying nodded.
