Elder Yuan knew Xiao Heng and was aware of his low-key nature, so he did not reveal his identity in such a setting.
The moment Elder Yuan spoke, Xiao Heng felt the grip on his wrist instantly loosen, as if Meng Jingyi was a deflated balloon, she completely relaxed.
Actually, what Meng Jingyi wanted was an answer, a certainty.
Now hearing Elder Yuan's words, her anxious heart eased down, turning calm instead: It's good that it's Ice Purple Orchid!
Regarding Meng Jingyi's unusual behavior, Xiao Heng planned to carefully interrogate her when they got back, but right now he just wanted to leave the Jiabao Pavilion, away from that bright, sharp gaze.
Xiao Heng looked at Elder Yuan, his expression unchanged, and spoke mildly, "Thank you, Mr. Yuan, for your keen eyes."
"Mr. Xiao, should we continue cutting the rest?" Master Luo asked.
"No…"
Before Xiao Heng could finish his "No," Meng Jingyi's voice quickly interjected, "Cut, of course, we need to cut."
