What a Con

Lonemoon paused and glanced at Shen Ying, then turned back to Xuan Tong, who was now grinning even wider. What the hell?

"I'm used to being called Shortie." Xuan Tong smiled with pride as she walked briskly to Shen Ying. "Sect Master, you are indeed wise. When did you realise it? I even sealed my memory and gave up my remnant soul."

"Mm…" Shen Ying pondered very seriously for a moment. "From when the Godfiend let us find you."

The corner of Meng Po's lips twitched as her smile faded. "So you've known from the beginning? Sect Master, can't you leave me a bit of my pride? Why can't you say a different time just to please me?"

"Oh." Shen Ying nodded and continued, "Then from the first time I saw you and realised that your soul was slightly different!"

"…" Isn't that much earlier?

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