The conversation between the two from the Ran clan, master and disciple, was quite amusing. An old man and a young girl were putting on quite the show through the wooden door, enacting Little Red Riding Hood.
Ran Jianli, the scruffy old man, had no qualms about forgoing his Saint-like image as he tried to coax and deceive Ran Qingmo right outside, short of crying to his disciple. However, the Big Ice Lump remained unmoved.
Meanwhile, as Xu Yuan listened to the master-disciple exchange, the smile at the corner of his lips gradually faded, and a sense of vigilance rose in his heart.
He had noticed a problem.
Once Ran Qingmo made up her mind, no matter how reasonable you were, she would always manage to refute you from a new and unique angle.
And more importantly, if you tried to deceive her, she could accurately pinpoint the purpose behind your lies.
The former was manageable, but the latter was somewhat dangerous.