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Although Cheng Xiang felt it was unlikely to be Lin Yin, she still needed to confirm.
"Sister Liang, the three disciples of Mr. Jiang have such different personalities. That cheerful beauty, what’s her name?" Cheng Xiang casually asked Liang Shanshan.
"I think her last name is Lin, but I don’t know her first name," Liang Shanshan replied.
"Lin?" Cheng Xiang felt a sense of unease despite her disbelief.
Seeing Cheng Xiang's startled reaction, everyone turned to look at her, even the members of the Xuan Yin Sect were puzzled by her behavior.
"What's wrong? Do you know her?" Liang Shanshan asked, genuinely surprised.
"I'm not sure, but she resembles someone I knew a long time ago," Cheng Xiang admitted honestly. Although she said that, she was already seventy percent certain in her heart.
"What was the name of the person you knew?" Liang Shanshan inquired.
"Her name is Lin Yin. We weren't very close; I just met her once," Cheng Xiang explained.
"Then it's simple; we can just ask her," Liang Shanshan suggested.
Cheng Xiang nodded. It was best to clarify this matter; otherwise, she wouldn't feel at ease.
Cheng Xiang followed Liang Shanshan and the others to Lin Yin's side. However, Lin Yin and her companions were surrounded by people like stars, making it inconvenient to approach her directly. Moreover, it seemed inappropriate to just ask for her name outright.
In the end, it was the leader of the Xuan Yin Sect, Liang Houyue, who took the initiative to find Wu Taitian and inquire about the situation. Soon enough, they confirmed Lin Yin's name.
"This female disciple of Mr. Jiang is indeed named Lin Yin. How do you know Miss Lin?" Liang Houyue's tone became much more polite towards Cheng Xiang. If Cheng Xiang was a friend of Mr. Jiang's disciple, her status in their eyes would immediately rise.
Cheng Xiang was perceptive and could clearly feel the shift in Liang Houyue's attitude from indifference to seriousness. She realized that if she claimed Lin Yin was a good friend of hers at that moment, Liang Houyue and the others would treat her with great respect.
However, despite her thick skin, she didn’t dare to tell such an easily disprovable lie.
"I saw Miss Lin once at an auction in Liu Fei City many years ago. While I recognize her, she definitely doesn’t know me," Cheng Xiang said awkwardly.
Upon hearing this, Liang Houyue's expression instantly cooled. Since Cheng Xiang wasn't a friend of Lin Yin's, there was no need for him to maintain a polite facade.
"Then you should know about Miss Lin's background," Liang Houyue asked.
"She is the daughter of the wealthy Lin Dazhi from Liu Fei City. She was kidnapped by human traffickers when she was young and raised in an orphanage in Southeast Province. As for how she reunited with her parents later, I don't know; that's all I know about her," Cheng Xiang replied.
"I see," Liang Houyue nodded and lost interest, no longer asking further questions.
Meanwhile, Chen Jihau and others listened with shining eyes.
"So she's Lin Dazhi's daughter."
"Lin Dazhi has business dealings with our family, but I never expected he had such a beautiful daughter," one of them remarked.
"Hey, next time we go to Liu Fei City, we definitely have to pay a visit to Manager Lin," Chen Jihau and the others laughed, now aware of Lin Yin's background. This was even better; An Province and Gan Province, being brother provinces, had their social circles intertwined. As one of the top three wealthy individuals in Liu Fei City, they had certainly heard of Lin Dazhi.
Cheng Xiang's expression grew complex as she watched Lin Yin from a distance. Suddenly, an unsettling thought arose in her mind. Despite her attempts to suppress it, she found herself internally screaming: impossible, absolutely impossible. Yet the thought grew stronger, consuming her. Cold sweat broke out on her back, and her body trembled slightly.
Lin Yin and Mr. Jiang—how could a clever woman like Cheng Xiang not connect the dots? Mr. Jiang—could it be Jiang Chen? Given the circumstances from years ago, it was indeed quite possible. However, Cheng Xiang found it hard to accept that in just a few short years, Jiang Chen had become so formidable, now referred to as Mr. Jiang. Even the Hidden Sect held him in awe.
Cheng Xiang had long been planning to find Jiang Chen for revenge, but if Jiang Chen was indeed Mr. Jiang, how could she possibly carry out her plans? After years of striving to enter high society and finally befriending someone like Chen Jihau—a true heir of a wealthy family—she had envisioned a day when she could look down on Jiang Chen. Now she realized that he had already reached the Mountain Peak; all her efforts had not even earned her the right to look up at him. This realization struck Cheng Xiang like a thunderclap; that she could still stand was already remarkable.
"Is there something going on between you and Miss Lin?" Liang Shanshan asked sharply as she noticed Cheng Xiang's unusual state and frowned.
"It's nothing, nothing at all; I'm just feeling a bit unwell," Cheng Xiang quickly replied, trying to maintain her composure.
It was still uncertain whether Mr. Jiang was indeed Jiang Chen; overthinking wouldn’t help. There were probably hundreds of thousands of people with the surname Jiang in the world—how could Jiang Chen possibly be Mr. Jiang? If he had such capabilities, he wouldn't have been so obscure before. Cheng Xiang comforted herself with these thoughts, feeling somewhat relieved.
Although Liang Shanshan still sensed something was off with Cheng Xiang, she couldn’t press further without more information. Just then, the Arena competition began.
The young disciples of the Hidden Sect took turns stepping onto the stage for sparring—a great opportunity for them to make a name for themselves. Young people would never miss such chances for recognition.
Lin Yin had already sparred with five disciples from Shen Xue Men last night and found that these Hidden Sect disciples were not much better than Lu Lengxue and others; thus, her interest waned significantly.
Ye Ming wouldn’t be participating either; no one dared to let her compete since her opponent was Shangguan Yao.
So only Qin Xiaoya stepped onto the stage. This was her first real combat experience; although she had trained alongside Ye Ming and others at Quiet Villa over the past few years, those were just internal matches—not actual combat. Since Jiang Chen brought her here for this opportunity, she certainly wouldn’t let it slip away.
Though Qin Xiaoya had trained over the past two years, her busy schedule meant she hadn’t had much time for practice, resulting in average strength compared to Lin Yin and Ye Ming. However, against these young disciples from the Hidden Sect, she was more than capable.
Every young person present wanted to spar with Qin Xiaoya; being able to fight someone close to Mr. Jiang was an honor. But not just anyone could challenge Qin Xiaoya; she intended to choose only the strongest opponent.
After scanning the crowd, she finally spotted a worthy adversary—a disciple clad in white robes: Tang Xianghui, the chief inner disciple of Fen Ji Sect.
The Fen Ji Sect, one of the four major sects of the Hidden Sect, had its chief disciple, Tang Xianghui, whose strength and talent were beyond doubt. Even his demeanor and appearance were exceptional.
Standing on the Arena, Tang Xianghui had already defeated five opponents, each in less than three moves. Such prowess was enough to intimidate anyone, yet Qin Xiaoya stepped onto the Arena.
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