Feng Lingtong merely swept her eyes over the crowd.
She could spot those with a guilty conscience at once.
They were extremely timid. As soon as she appeared, their actions became cautious, and even their bodies began to tremble slightly.
"You said I'm the Holy Maiden?"
Everyone bowed their heads.
Feng Lingtong said, "Since that's the case, you may first lead me to where I'll stay. We can discuss other matters later."
Su Mu quickly stepped forward to guide Feng Lingtong.
Meanwhile, everyone buried their heads extremely low and dared not say a word.
Feng Lingtong didn't know why she had suddenly ended up in this place, but she knew that since she was here, she might as well make the best of it. For many things, being nervous wouldn't solve any problems.
What had happened on the day of the sacrifice spread throughout the entire Qingyun Kingdom within just three days.
The Celestial Maiden had descended, and the Holy Maiden had come into the world.
Feng Lingtong had become a divine figure in the mouths of all the common people.
The statue had stood in the square for at least a thousand years.
The woman who had appeared on the day of the sacrifice was dressed in a pink robe, with delicate makeup, and her face resembled that of the statue. She had come from the sky.
She landed in the square, remaining calm in the face of the situation. If this wasn't a Celestial Maiden, what else could it be?
Since Feng Lingtong's appearance, the rumors about the Feng Royal Family had self - destructed.
Now, if anyone dared to say a single word about the faith of the Qingyun Kingdom, they would surely bring up what had happened on the day of the sacrifice and talk about it in detail.
They also said that when the Holy Maiden came, she had ridden on a rainbow bridge.
At that time, auspicious clouds had also appeared in the sky.
When Feng Lingtong in the palace heard this, she gently frowned.
Did she come on a rainbow bridge? If she hadn't reacted quickly enough before, she might not have landed gracefully. Instead, she might have fallen and broken herself beyond recognition.
Feng Lingtong had just arrived in this plane for the first time.
Fortunately, she wasn't as unlucky as Feng Zhan. As soon as he came, he had fallen into a desolate and corpse - strewn ghostly realm.
When she came, she happened to be in the Qingyun Kingdom.
And here, they happened to be worshiping their statues.
So it was much easier to inquire about matters related to the Feng Family.
Early in the morning, Feng Lingtong had just woken up. She changed her clothes by herself, then opened the door, and saw that the maids had already prepared water and basins for washing up outside, as well as a special cup for rinsing her mouth.
The cup was carved from excellent nanmu. It felt very smooth in her hand.
Feng Lingtong took the things in and carefully washed up by herself.
Next, someone brought in the breakfast.
Along with it came Su Mu, the lord of the Qingyun Kingdom.
When Su Mu saw Feng Lingtong, he didn't dare to look her in the eye. It was quite a joke, really. When facing the Emperor Venerable, Su Mu had never been this nervous.
As long as he looked at Feng Lingtong for a moment, he couldn't take his eyes off her.
"Do you want to have breakfast with me?"
Su Mu's hands were a bit shaky, and his voice was gentle and pleasant.
"May I?"
"Sure."
Feng Lingtong turned around and sat on the stool. Hearing this, Su Mu entered the palace where Feng Lingtong lived.
"Lord, I have something I'd like to ask you."
Su Mu said gently, "You can just call me Su Mu."
"Su Mu?"
What a nice name.
Su Mu said, "If the Holy Maiden has any instructions, just send someone to tell me."
"Don't call me the Holy Maiden. Call me Xiaotong."
"Okay—Xiaotong."
Su Mu felt that his heart was about to jump into his throat when he said the name Xiaotong.
Feng Lingtong nodded slightly.
"I'd like to ask you about what you mentioned before, about the Emperor Venerable."
While serving dishes for Feng Lingtong, Su Mu told her everything about his past encounters with Yan Ruyu.
"Is the Emperor Venerable named Yan Ruyu?"
"Yes."
Feng Lingtong was a bit puzzled.
"Shouldn't his name be Feng Zhan?"
If, as the rumors said, one of the sons of the Feng Royal Family was the Emperor Venerable of this plane, then could this person be A Zhan, who had disappeared without a trace before?
"Feng Zhan? We've only seen this name once in the historical records, but I'm sure that the Emperor Venerable's name is definitely not just Yan Ruyu. He has other names."
Feng Lingtong said, "Bu Ran."
Su Mu nodded.
Feng Lingtong felt much more at ease.
If Bu Ran was also in this plane, it would be much better. At least he was better than A Zhan, that unruly prodigal.
It was a pity that when Feng Lingtong said this, she didn't expect that Feng Zhan had also come here.
In the attic, while accompanying Zhao Huai in copying Buddhist scriptures, Zhao Huai suddenly sneezed several times for no reason.
"Could it be that I've caught a cold too?"
Feng Zhan rubbed his nose and went back to ask Yan Ruyu for medicine.
"Su Mu, can you help me get in touch with the Emperor Venerable?"
Su Mu gave an embarrassed smile.
"Maybe I could have before, but now the Emperor Venerable has stopped accepting the messages I sent with my green eagle."
"Hmm?"
"I said some rather gloomy things before."
Feng Lingtong looked at Su Mu's pale face and said, "Your health doesn't seem to be very good."
"I've been in poor health since I was a child. I'm used to it."
"What about your family?"
"I only have a younger sister. But now she's living a good life in the Eastern Wilderness. Because of what happened to our parents, she thought I had gone too far and has long since severed ties with me."
Su Mu was dressed in a white robe. His sickly appearance was actually quite endearing.
"You said you're sick. Do you know what kind of illness it is?"
Su Mu said, "The Emperor Venerable said it's a heart ailment."
The breakfast passed while they were inquiring about information.
Actually, Su Mu didn't realize that his heart was leaping with joy when he was talking to Feng Lingtong.
In the past, even after the Emperor Venerable's consolation, he didn't have the will to live for long. But when he was with Feng Lingtong, all his unhappiness disappeared.
"A heart ailment?"
After finishing the meal, Feng Lingtong brought up this question again.
At this moment, a look of desolation flashed across Su Mu's face.
"Put nicely, it's a heart ailment. Put bluntly, I just think too much. You may not even believe it, but I always get trapped in my own world and can't get out. I think I'm the only one in this world, and the darkness around me is terrifying. I desperately want to get out, but reality always slams the door in my face."
Su Mu felt very inferior.
"Although many people don't dare to say it in front of me, I know how they talk about me in private."
Feng Lingtong listened to Su Mu patiently.
Seeing this, Su Mu also summoned up his courage and continued.
"They say I'm being pretentious and am no different from those women from small families."
Here, no one could understand Su Mu.
Only the Emperor Venerable said that he was sick.
In order to avoid the gazes of the world, Su Mu always made his body a complete mess so that he could have an excuse to cover up his pessimistic and world - weary attitude.
"Do you also think I'm really ridiculous? Do you think there's something wrong with my mind?"
Feng Lingtong shook her head. She said, "You're sick."
When she was learning medicine from the Holy Doctor, Feng Lingtong had once come across this special illness—depression.