"Master, the innkeeper and the assistants at Moon View Inn do not recognize the girl."
Zou Songqing, after settling accounts, reported to his master, Shang Sufeng, who was not at all surprised:
"If they could recognize her, they wouldn't have mistaken her gender in the first place."
"She used a few sword techniques just now, could you make out their origin?"
Upon hearing the master's question, Zou Songqing frowned in thought while walking. These years, deeply influenced by his master, aside from practicing martial arts and cultivation, he also kept an eye on Jianghu news.
Thus, he had quite an understanding of the martial arts of various sects and schools.
However, right now he was not clear-sighted enough, racked his brains for a while, and could only shake his head helplessly.
"Disciple is slow-witted, please enlighten me, Master."
Shang Sufeng stroked his white beard, slightly lifting his head towards the direction the girl had left.