Hearing this, Yang Jing, who was sitting opposite her, felt the corner of his mouth twitch almost imperceptibly.
He remembered that when his master had asked Senior Sister Ning Xiang to brew tea just now, he had specifically told her not to use the good tea. This was just ordinary tea for guests.
For Zhou Ling to praise it so extravagantly seemed far too deliberate. It reeked of an obvious attempt to curry favor, as if she were terrified of his master.
A flicker of doubt arose in Yang Jing's mind.
'The Hall Master of Po Mountain Martial Arts Hall, Wang Kui, is also a Huajin Martial Artist. As his Direct Disciple, Zhou Ling has a Huajin Powerhouse backing her as well. Even if she respects Master Sun Yong, there's no need to act so... ridiculously, is there?'
'This level of caution just makes her seem to be lacking in confidence.'
