Yang Lingrui's words woke Feng Lingyue, who quickly adjusted her posture, realizing she had lost her composure, and cleared her throat twice.

"Ahem... Greetings, fellow Daoist. Please, have a seat."

"Thank you, Miss Feng."

Yang Lingrui sat on a chair on the other side. As he turned his head, he noticed the young girl stealing a glance at him before quickly lowering her head again.