Yinshu also caught sight of Shen Ping. Her fair, rosy face flushed faintly, and her wide, watery eyes immediately lowered themselves, though the corners of her gaze remained fixed on him. Although more than four months had passed since their last trip to Little Lotus Mountain, the humiliating experience deep underground still frequently spun through her mind. In particular, that towering figure of Lingzhen striking down the Mountain God seemed to have been thoroughly carved into her heart.
"Greetings, Master, Uncle-Master."
Upon entering, Shen Ping hurried to offer a bow.
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