Xie Ying's phoenix eyes surveyed the cave dwelling.
It was very simple, with no extra decorations.
A meditation cushion, a low table, and a lamp.
It was rare for a girl's room to be this spartan.
Coming to the Sect early, under Lord Ziyang's tutelage, Xie Ying had grown rapidly, her strength and vision far surpassing her time with the family.
Xie Jiuniang sat down on the only meditation cushion, and said indifferently, "My place is simple, I'm sure I won't be able to offer proper hospitality. If you have something to say, Elder Sister, please speak quickly."
"Jiumei, are you...resenting me now? The decision about the Cleansing Spiritual Grass was made by the family, I..."
"Enough, enough, there's no outsiders here, what's with the pretense?" Xie Jiuniang was quite annoyed with Xie Ying.
At the moment, she had to face too strong an enemy and didn't want to spend her energy dealing with Xie Ying.
