Jinbao hesitated, unable to open his mouth, stammering and feeling very frustrated.

Zhu Yi immediately understood; it seemed that Master Yujing had cast a silencing spell on Jinbao before he left.

I don't know if my master has something he doesn't want me to know.

Before anyone could think too much, a path naturally opened up in the crowded throng, showing that the newcomer was very popular with the refugees.

Jinbao keenly sensed that Zhu Yi was in a very bad mood.

For no particular reason, Junior Sister is usually all smiles. Jinbao twitched his nose and smelled a familiar scent: the fragrance of green grass and trees, and the unique aquatic aroma of the Spirit Serpent Clan.

Zhu Yi remained silent, paused her porridge-serving actions, and stared intently at the people in front of her.

Zhu Qianying, her face veiled by a light gauze, looked shy and timid, appearing quite awkward.

She wore a luxurious mermaid silk dress with narrow sleeves and a fitted waist, with a belt decorated with pearls around her waist. Her every move exuded elegance, and she wore three or four exquisite hairpins and ornaments in her hair.

The elaborate hairstyle clearly showed that a lot of thought had been put into it, and even with a light veil covering her face, it still aroused people's curiosity about the face hidden beneath.

Zhu Yi lowered her eyes, her face clearly showing displeasure.

"Ah! It's you! Junior Brother Lin Yuan!" Jin Bao enthusiastically pounced on Zhu Qianying—who was behind him—giving Su Lin Yuan a bear hug with great passion, as if he wanted to crush Su Lin Yuan.

"Senior Brother Jinbao?" Su Linyuan's eyes lit up, surprised to see Jinbao here.

He looked in the direction Jinbao was looking and saw an unexpected little person~

"Yi'er?" Su Linyuan was surprised by the words he blurted out. He had only met Zhu Yi a few times, how could he be so rude as to give her a nickname?

Su Linyuan frowned subconsciously, but the name "Yi'er" seemed to be etched into his bones, and he naturally uttered it whenever he saw Zhu Yi...

Standing next to Zhu Qianying, Su Linyuan was dressed in a black outfit, with several shiny, scale-like decorations on his belt, which looked quite handsome.

His hair was as black as ink, and his deep eyes faintly shone with the joy of meeting Zhu Yi. The hair ornament on his head was simply carved from peach wood, not expensive, but it suited him well.

Zhu Yi could imagine the focused look on his face when he was carving the hair ornament, which must be exactly the same as the look on his face when he was carving the Buddhist lamp in the dream.

Zhu Yi ignored Su Linyuan. His presence behind Zhu Qianying made her uncomfortable, and she remained silent for a moment.

"Yi'er? You two know each other?" Zhu Qianying frowned, sensing Su Linyuan's concern for Zhu Yi, which made her slightly displeased.

“We’re all from the Tianlan Sect, of course we know each other!” Jinbao raised his eyebrows, very happy. “Now that Junior Brother is here, let’s hurry up and help Xiao Yi’er with the porridge! A young lady like her shouldn’t always be around the stove!”

As he spoke, Jinbao, adopting the air of a refined gentleman, fanned Su Linyuan up and down with his folding fan, saying with disdain, "Where did you get involved with this vulgar beauty? The smell of such cheap rouge is pungent!"

Zhu Qianying, suppressing her anger, retorted, "Who are you calling a vulgar beauty? This fairy uses the finest Fragrance Dew, which you can't buy even with spirit stones!"

“Junior Sister Zhu, my senior brother is just sensitive to smells; he meant no harm.” Su Linyuan’s cold voice was flat, as if he hadn’t noticed Jinbao’s provocation.

Jinbao gave him a look that said, "You're very sensible!" and let Su Linyuan figure it out for himself.

Zhu Qianying felt a lump in her throat, unable to let it out or come down; it was truly unbearable.

Su Linyuan politely nodded to Zhu Qianying, then strode over to Zhu Yi to help her distribute porridge to the surrounding refugees, without glancing at Zhu Qianying again.