In her hand, a Daoist nun with frosty-white hair and a face like ancient jade held a horsetail whisk and spoke softly, "For the past half year, I haven't stopped thinking about you, fearing that during your trip down the mountain, you would be so distracted by the mundane affairs of the world that you would forget your identity."
Ling Ningzhi's heart tightened, and she bowed her head, saying, "Great Elder, you jest. I always remember my responsibilities and dare not forget!"
"Is that so?" The Daoist nun neither confirmed nor denied, her gaze shifting to Chen Mo. She said lightly, "If I'm not mistaken, this must be the sweetheart who haunts your dreams, isn't he? Isn't it enough for you to fool around outside? Do you have to bring him into the sect as well?"
"Don't forget, he's a person from the court!"
"Disciple..."
