Qin Anhe wore a moon-pale Daoist's robe, her head and face round; she wasn't tall, but she was very adorable. Looking at her carefully, she could only be fourteen or fifteen years old. For a moment, Shen Yanyi thought Chen Xun was playing a trick on her, and so her complexion darkened, and she asked, interrogating, "Chen-zhanggui, what's your meaning with this?" Chen Xun laughed. "Shen-daren, don't judge others by their appearances. This Qin-daozhang of mine is actually incredibly skilled; not only is she proficient in fengshui, she can even call the wind and summon the rain." Shen Yanyi let out a scoff, clearly not believing it much. Yet Qin Anhe's expression was one of having expected it from early on, and the corners of her mouth rose in a light smile; she waved her hand to indicate to Shen Yanyi to look at the teacup before her. Shen Yanyi didn't understand what she was doing at all, but she still followed her gaze and looked over. In the...