All of Lu Yin’s words were caught in his throat. He saw the stubbornness, sorrow, anger, and a myriad of other emotions in her eyes, but there was nothing that he could say to her. “I’m sorry.”

Ming Yan’s eyes dimmed. “Leave. Don’t come close to us ever again or else my father will not let you off.”

“He doesn’t know who I am,” Lu Yin said.

Ming Yan shook her head. “You underestimate him. Both you and Yue’er underestimate him.”

Lu Yin was surprised. “You know everything?”

The corner of Ming Yan’s lips curved up and she laughed deprecatingly at herself. “Does a native such as me appear to be very stupid to you, Lu Yin?”

Lu Yin was astonished by her words. Stupid? He seemed to have misjudged this girl. She was kind, beautiful, and definitely not stupid. When it came to her wit and instincts, she was absolutely much sharper than most. Yue Xianzi had created a fake identity with the help of her sect’s connections, and while the Reverent King might have some suspicions about her, he would still need to investigate to be sure. Ming Yan, on the other hand, was already completely certain. She was definitely much smarter than the king.

“How did you recognize me?” Lu Yin asked curiously.

Ming Yan blushed before hesitatingly answering, “M-my smell is on you.” After that, she struggled out of his arms since Yue Xianzi had finished taking care of the battle. The power that she had displayed was formidable.

Lu Yin felt an emptiness...