The Pavilion of Unspoken Feelings, Visit From a Chaste Demon.

Yang Wei was seated in a small pavilion designed for leisure. It was a public space where anyone in the sect could lounge and chat, but no disciple dared to stay when the Grand Elder was present. As such, they all exited the pavilion, leaving Yang Wei and his companions to relax.

There was a wooden table with a tea set, including a teapot, several teacups, and a steaming pot.

Yang Wei sat on one side, enjoying his tea with a calm, thoughtful expression.

On the other side, Sun Yuying and Lingyu were also having tea with him.

"So…" Yang Wei began, looking at Sun Yuying, but she quickly shifted her attention to her tea, avoiding eye contact.

Lingyu looked at the two with half-open eyes.

The sad thing is that there's no romantic tension. I can't believe my sister sees this man as just a friend, and yet here she is, too shy to talk to him after a year. Oh goodness, what would she do without me?