Senior sister, stop working and go home for dinner.

Chapter 202 Drunkenness Exposes Secret, Senior Sister Awaits

Lin Xiaoman was startled by the sudden "family photo," sobering up considerably. She hurriedly straightened up, smoothed her hair and clothes, her face flushing even deeper. She wished she could disappear into the ground: "Sect Leader Su... Fellow Daoist Chen... Elder Qi... Senior Feng... you're back..."

Su Wan's gaze slowly swept over Feng Xiaolu's loose Taoist robe, the mud-stained hem, the wine bottle that had rolled to the side, and Lin Xiaoman's disheveled clothes, before finally returning to Feng Xiaolu's face, which was filled with "I was wrong," and she sighed softly.

This sigh made Feng Xiaolu's legs go weak, and she almost knelt down on the spot.

"It seems," Su Wan's voice remained calm, revealing no emotion, "that the area down the mountain has indeed been bustling with activity while we were away."

Chen Anran bent down to pick up the wine bottle that had rolled to her feet, shook the few remaining light amber liquid inside, brought it to her nose to smell, and raised an eyebrow at Feng Xiaolu: "Third Senior Sister, what a refined taste! A special cocktail? How does it taste?"

Feng Xiaolu: "..."

Chen Anran came to Feng Xiaolu's side and whispered, "Don't say I didn't help you. I sent you a text message, why didn't you even look at it?"

Feng Xiaolu was taken aback. A text message?

She touched herself and realized that she had left her phone at the sect.

At this moment, Qi Lan couldn't help but chuckle and slowly said, "Not bad, Feng Xiaolu. The sect leader just went out to help with disaster relief, and you immediately led people down the mountain to get drunk, and you even called yourself 'King'? You have quite the ambition."

"I didn't! I didn't! Elder Qi, don't talk nonsense!" Feng Xiaolu jumped up and down in a panic, ignoring her dizziness, and hurriedly waved her hands to explain, "I just... I was too tired from the opening today, so I went to the newly opened bar with Fellow Daoist Lin to try a new drink! Just one! Really! And then... and then..."

"And then one glass and you're like this?" Chen Anran swirled the bottle, her eyes teasing. "Third Senior Sister, your alcohol tolerance... needs some improvement."

Lin Xiaoman lowered her head, "I only intended to have a small drink... but that bartender didn't believe in cultivation, so Xiaolu and I argued with him for a bit, and before we knew it, we'd drunk a bit more..."

"Argue?" Su Wan caught the word, and a hint of unease finally appeared in her tone. "Argue with someone about cultivation?"

"No, no! It was that new bartender, Yin Xiaohao!" Feng Xiaolu quickly interjected, trying to redeem herself. "He said cultivation and spiritual energy are all superstition, and we should believe in science! Fellow Daoist Lin and I... we just had a little discussion about it! Really, just a little!"

"Oh?" Qi Lan suddenly became interested, her vertical pupils under the brim of her hat flashing. "And then? How did you guys argue? You weren't planning to perform a palm strike right there, were you?"

"How could that be!" Feng Xiaolu said with a bitter face. "I have kept the sect leader's teachings in mind! I definitely didn't expose anything! It's just... it's just about reason! Fellow Daoist Lin even said something particularly insightful!" She looked at Lin Xiaoman and tried her best to wink at her.

Lin Xiaoman braced herself and tried hard to recall: "I said... the world is vast, and there are many unknowns. Science is still developing, so there's no need to rush to completely deny it..."

Su Wan listened quietly, her gaze shifting back and forth between Feng Xiaolu and Lin Xiaoman. Finally, she gently shook her head and walked towards the mountain gate.

"Go back to the sect first."

Three words, seemingly innocuous, yet they sent Feng Xiaolu's heart leaping into her throat.

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With a mournful face, she followed closely behind Su Wan, secretly tugging at Chen Anran's sleeve, mouthing a silent plea for help: "Junior brother—help—"

Chen Anran suppressed a laugh and mouthed back, "Good luck to you."

The group climbed the stone steps. The cool night breeze dispelled the lingering smell of alcohol on Feng Xiaolu and Lin Xiaoman, making them more clear-headed, or rather, more uneasy.

Inside the mountain gate, Xiao Ling'er, hearing the commotion, rubbed her eyes and ran out of the side room. Seeing Su Wan and Chen Anran, she was instantly wide awake, cheering and rushing over: "Master! Junior Uncle! You're back!"

She hugged Su Wan's leg, then looked at Chen Anran, her little face full of joy. But soon, she noticed Feng Xiaolu and Lin Xiaoman following behind, looking dejected, especially Feng Xiaolu's wilted appearance. She blinked curiously, "Uncle Xiaolu, Sister Lin, what's wrong? Your faces are so red, are you feeling unwell?"

"N-nothing!" Feng Xiaolu forced a smile that looked more like a grimace. "Xiaoling'er, go to sleep. The adults have something to say..."

Su Wan gently patted Xiao Ling'er's head: "Go to sleep, I'll talk to you again tomorrow."

Xiao Ling'er nodded obediently, glanced at Feng Xiaolu again, and then went back to her room, looking back every few steps.

The group arrived at a small hall next to the main hall. Su Wan sat down in the main seat, with Chen Anran standing naturally beside her. Qi Lan picked a chair and sat down lazily, while the Feng brothers also politely took their seats.

Feng Xiaolu and Lin Xiaoman stood side by side in the middle, like two primary school students waiting to be scolded.

"Speak," Su Wan said, her gaze falling on Feng Xiaolu, "How did the opening down the mountain go today? Were there any unexpected events?"

Feng Xiaolu's spirits lifted; this was her chance to redeem herself! She immediately straightened her back and gave a detailed report, recounting the opening process, media feedback, guest reviews, and especially the resounding success of the Xian Shan Fang banquet. She added at the end, "Chairman Zhao and my junior apprentice Mengmeng arranged everything exceptionally well; every step went smoothly! Chef Huiming was also a great help!"

After listening quietly, Su Wan nodded slightly: "Thank you for your hard work."

"It's no trouble at all!" Feng Xiaolu quickly waved her hand, taking the opportunity to observe Su Wan's expression, and cautiously asked, "Um... Senior Sister, is everything alright in Qinglong Town?"

Qi Lan interjected, "Of course it's alright, otherwise how could we have come back? And how could we have caught that little cat stealing wine?"

Feng Xiaolu looked at Qi Lan and scoffed, "This topic has already been moved on, why are you still clinging to it? And what are you all doing following us?"

Feng Changyuan and Feng Lie turned their heads to the side, staring at the ceiling, pretending to be stupid and not having heard.

Qi Lan, on the other hand, was much more direct. She smiled and said, "Of course I'm here to watch the drama unfold."

Feng Xiaolu glared at Qi Lan, "Aren't you going to manage your cat café anymore?" Then, Feng Xiaolu looked at her two cousins, "And you two, are you still going to run the Feng Clan's Hundred Herbs Pavilion?"

Qi Lan replied leisurely, "Haven't you visited my cat café these past few days? I've hired people to look after it, so it hasn't been affected at all."

Feng Changyuan and Feng Lie didn't care at all. Whether their Feng Family Herb Pavilion was open or not was unimportant, since it was just a front anyway. Their purpose in coming here wasn't to make money, but to act as matchmakers.