"Are you Ling Chuxi?" asked the proud-looking maiden who was blocking their way.
Ling Chuxi sized up the maiden standing before her and immediately recognized her—she was the young maiden she had seen riding down the street on horseback the other day. The one the people called a peerless genius. What was with her unfriendly tone?
"Yes, I am. Is there anything I can help you with?" replied Ling Chuxi calmly.
"I'd like to know how on earth you managed to get Teacher Mu to accept you as his disciple. I guess I'll find out during the upcoming training." Lan Xinyu spoke with glaring discourtesy. By now, she had recognized Ling Chuxi as the maiden in the window she had locked eyes with when she rode into town the other day. Ling Chuxi's sharp gaze and refined temperament had left an impression on her with a mere glance. Despite this, never did Lan Xinyu think she'd be someone Teacher Mu would take in as a disciple.
