Gu Jianlin turned around in astonishment, looking at the young woman surrounded by bodyguards.
"You don't know me, but you can call me Miss Lan. I'm the alchemist invited by the Third Master."
Miss Lan sat in the back row. The guests who originally came for the auction had been ushered out. Her face was hidden behind a black curtain by the bodyguards, and her voice was ethereal: "I'm on the Divination Master path. This is my unique ability for spiritual communication. You can directly imagine your voice in your mind to communicate with me; no one else will hear it. But please don't misunderstand—I'm not here to cover for you in front of that red-haired woman."
She spoke with restrained indifference: "I simply don't want to expose Sister Moon Princess's identity."
Her gaze lingered on the pair of despicable lovers before her.
Tang Ling clearly sensed hostility. A flash of strange color crossed her vermilion eyes, but she said nothing more.
