It was quite fortunate, Qu Fulan was unharmed this time.
Perhaps it was because she did not look at the master.
The master sat in front, on a meditation cushion, silently meditating.
He asked the Heir Pei to leave, keeping her there, as he had questions for her.
Though the Heir Pei was surprised, he glanced at Qu Fulan but still raised his hand in a bow and left.
Qu Fulan immediately knelt down, "This humble girl greets Master Huideng."
Master Huideng smiled gently, his voice kind, "No need to be tense, benefactor, please sit up."
Qu Fulan did sit up, but remained kneeling on the cushion, her hands quietly resting on her knees, her gaze still lowered to the floor.
The master laughed again, "Benefactor, do not be afraid of me. This time I am not wearing the Mystic Pearl, you need not worry about being overawed by it."
Mystic Pearl?
By saying so, the master admitted that her fainting had something to do with him, and specifically with the Mystic Pearl.
