Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Grand Secretary Fang realized that although the vase itself was a fake antique, the formation within was very profound.
Every time he listened to it, he had a different feeling.
It was amazing.
Grand Secretary Fang was a gaunt old man. He beckoned at someone behind him.
Almost instantly, his old steward showed up.
“Find out who that young lady is. Be thorough about it.”
“Yes —”
The steward left as quickly as he had shown up.
“How amazing…” General Secretary Fang sighed with emotion. “At such a young age, she could come up with such an intricate formation in such a short time. She’s a genius. There’s no doubt about it…”
Grand Secretary Fang had seen his fair share of the world and had met more than enough geniuses. However, none of those could compare with the Whistling Vase girl.
“What a spectacular girl… I wonder if I’ll be able to see her again.” Grand Secretary Fang regretted not taking her more seriously earlier.
Grand Secretary Fang held some old grudges against Priest Wu from back in the day, and he had decided that he would use this opportunity to laugh at the latter.
Outside the Fang manor.
Master Bian helped Priest Wu out of the carriage.
Priest Wu was an old man with white hair and a goatee. Despite his age, he was hale and hearty and had a youthful look on his face.
Just then —
“Bang!”
A rock hit the carriage.
Priest Wu dodged to the left and everyone looked up at the top of the wall.
Feng Wu sat there with her legs dangling over the wall.
“Are you Priest Wu?” Feng Wu only knew the man by name and had never met him in person before. Hence, she asked the question curiously.
Feng Wu sat there against the light and the evening glow limned her figure. With the halo around her, she looked like a fairy.
Priest Wu didn’t linger on Feng Wu’s face. He saw what Feng Wu was holding and frowned. “That’s too valuable a thing for someone this young to play with. How wasteful! The moral degeneration of the world is getting worse day by day!”
He walked off, shaking his head.
Master Bian followed Priest Wu everywhere.
Chang Yu, his senior martial brother, was the one who usually did the job. However, Chang Yu had been ill in the last few days, and the honorable task had landed on Master Bian’s shoulders.
It was such a rare opportunity that Master Bian spared no effort to make Priest Wu’s life as comfortable as possible. Delighted, Priest Wu had decided to teach his student an advanced formation later.
Master Bian had realized that as well and was feeling very smug.
He recognized Feng Wu immediately!
“It’s you?!” Master Bian frowned.
Priest Wu darted a look at Master Bian and sounded displeased. “You know her?”
“Yes, master,” said Master Bian. “She’s the girl I told you about, the one who swindled me out of 1000 top-grade spiritual stones. Master, do you not know her?”
Priest Wu frowned. “Why should I know such a vain girl?”
That settled Master Bian’s mind.
This Miss Feng Wu had mentioned Priest Wu that day, which had flustered him quite a bit as he feared that she somehow knew his master.
Master Bian smirked. It was a good thing he hadn’t given his master that Whistling Vase as the girl had said to.
As he helped Priest Wu into the Fang manor, Master Bian darted a contemptuous look at Feng Wu.
Chaoge was upset. “What did that old man mean? What vain girl? How could he say such things about Xiao Wu?!”
Feng Wu only smiled.
