Lu Mingshu emerged from the Qingjing Hall, looking refreshed and composed.
Even if she didn't feel refreshed, she had to put on such an appearance to make Sect Leader Yao believe that Ye Huan had boarded her "ship of thieves."
This method of forcing someone onto a "ship of thieves" wasn't exactly honorable, but considering how Ye Huan had used her without any restraint, Lu Mingshu saw no reason to be courteous.
In this world, who could take advantage without paying it back? She would repay Ye Huan's kindness if the opportunity arose, but she wouldn't let his use of her slide by without consequence.
She had always been so petty!
Upon returning to the Guangling Hermit's small courtyard, he sat by the water, fishing. Seeing her, he smiled and nodded: "You're back."
The very image of a benevolent elder.
"Lord," Lu Mingshu approached and sat on the rail beside the water, watching him fish as if she were his beloved junior.