At the same time, Lingyue Palace.
"Miss, Miss!"
A girl of about sixteen or seventeen excitedly ran upstairs, heading straight for a room, her voice ringing out from afar.
"What are you rushing in for?!"
Ling Yao, who was cultivating in the room, glared at Meng Jiao, who had just pushed open the door.
"Miss, I didn't know you were cultivating."
Meng Jiao stuck out her tongue and said.
"What's the matter? Why are you making such a fuss?"
Ling Yao asked casually.
"The Palace Master and the two stewards are back, they're almost at the entrance!"
Meng Jiao suddenly remembered she hadn't mentioned the important matter and quickly said excitedly.
"Why didn't you say so earlier?!"
Ling Yao's face lit up with surprise and joy when she heard that, and she immediately stood up and ran out.
"How is this my fault?"
Meng Jiao muttered resentfully and then ran out as well.
"Miss, wait a moment!"
Seeing Ling Yao running ahead like the wind, Meng Jiao quickly called out.