"Mistress, are you saying that Ban Yilu is from the Illusion Continent?"
Upon hearing her words, both Nangong Piao'er and Beidou were stunned; no matter how they thought about it, they could never have imagined Ban Yilu was actually someone from the Illusion Continent.
"This... Mistress, could you have made a mistake? This Ban Yilu, she..." Beidou shook her head.
It was truly hard to believe; in their eyes, Ban Yilu, as foolish as a pig, could actually be a hidden expert.
People from the Illusion Continent, apart from those in the mistress's family, they had never seen anyone else; yet Ban Yilu had been hiding inconspicuously right beside them.
"You're talking nonsense; I'm not!"
Ban Yilu denied it, unable to comprehend how Lin Caisang had guessed her identity; she had always concealed it very well.
"Am I talking nonsense? Haha."
Lin Caisang chuckled lightly, reached into her small sling bag, and took out a porcelain bottle, playing with it in her hand.