The appearance of the Peach Blossom Secret Realm had sparked speculation and awe among the crowd, and Gong Qing was no exception.
However, unlike the others, she didn't dwell on guessing who the great figure might be. Instead, through a private voice transmission, she asked her sister about something she was far more curious about:
"Sister, is your fiancé really named Chu Feng?"
"Mm." Gong Mingyue gave a brief affirmation.
"Then… what does he look like? Is his cultivation really that weak? Do you really look down on him that much?" Gong Qing pressed on.
It seemed that Gong Qing had overheard the earlier conversation between Gong Mingyue and Xu Morong. Upon hearing the name Chu Feng, things had suddenly clicked for her — she finally remembered why that name had sounded so familiar.
That was why she was so curious about the whole matter.
Gong Mingyue's expression grew impatient at her sister's barrage of questions.
"Little Qing, why are you asking about this?" Gong Mingyue asked.
"No reason. I'm just curious," Gong Qing replied.
"With someone like that, you'd do well to rein in your curiosity." Gong Mingyue's tone turned serious. After all, Chu Feng was the last person she ever wanted to bring up.
"Oh." Facing such a stern Gong Mingyue, Gong Qing pouted her small lips in grievance.
"Little Qing, how is Little Prickles doing?" Gong Mingyue asked again, seemingly noticing her sister's mood and trying to ease the atmosphere.
"Little Prickles is all better. An expert saved him." As she spoke, Gong Qing took out Little Prickles.
Upon seeing Little Prickles, not only Gong Mingyue but every other member of the Gong Heavenly Clan wore expressions of shock and delight. They had all seen how Little Prickles looked before — they had believed the creature wouldn't make it. But now here it was, lively and frolicking, showing no signs of illness whatsoever. It was clear… it had made a full recovery.
"Which expert saved him? Could it be… you ran into those lords?" Gong Mingyue asked, a glimmer of hope rising in her eyes.
If Gong Qing had truly encountered those lords, and if those lords had actually healed Little Prickles, then her Gong Heavenly Clan would have formed a connection with them. In her view, that would be a wonderful thing.
"No." Gong Qing's answer, however, left Gong Mingyue somewhat disappointed.
"Then who was it?" someone pressed.
"Oh, we had it all wrong. Turns out healing Little Prickles doesn't require a Saint Robe Spirit World Master at all — an Immortal Robe level is more than enough," Gong Qing said.
"That's impossible."
"Even Grandfather's friend couldn't cure it. How could an Immortal Robe Spirit World Master manage it?" Gong Mingyue shook her head immediately, her expression grave. After all, the friend her grandfather had brought in was far above the Immortal Robe level — a Venerable Robe Spirit World Master.
By anyone's common sense, the logic was sound. If a Venerable Robe Spirit World Master couldn't do it, then an Immortal Robe certainly couldn't either.
"I'm not lying, I swear. Because… it was actually me who set up the formation that healed Little Prickles," Gong Qing said.
"You healed him? But didn't you just say an expert helped you?"
Gong Mingyue's expression grew even more severe. She felt that Gong Qing's story was becoming increasingly nonsensical, and she suspected her sister was simply making fun of them.
"Sister, I'm really not lying. There truly was an expert who helped me…" Gong Qing then recounted the full sequence of events to them.