The late afternoon passed quickly, and Anji spent time with the people she missed. Gu Ying left almost immediately to help Lizi, who was responsible for preparing the dinner banquet.
Between answering questions and getting passed around like a doll for different people to hug, Anji retold some stories she had told her second brother. Unlike her mother and sister, who visited the Mystical Qilin Sect briefly during the exchange program, Zhao Mingfeng had never seen it. Anji's stories only made him doubt the legitimacy of the elusive sect.
"I still think it is odd your shifu would break the rules for you," he concluded. "Even if the Mystical Qilin Sect is a place full of lunatics, she is one of the most level-headed people I know."
Anji stiffened in her mother's lap. Her silence and reaction drew even more attention. Mingshen, who had noticed this in the carriage ride, quickly stepped in to buy more time for Anji. It must be a difficult topic if she cannot speak freely.
