357 An Embarrassing Mistake of the Artist

"Y-you—" Yujia stammered. 

If that person was not Zixu, then… 

She spun to see the person who was turned away earlier. He was facing her now, looking just as surprised as the expression she wore on her face right now. 

Not recognizing his face, she realized he wasn't even someone she found faintly familiar. The lack of recognition of his face was what startled Yuija even more. He was wearing Lingxin disciple robes. If he was a disciple of Lingxin, surely she should've recognized him?

Unless, it was… 

Observing his frail appearance, along with his thin nose and lips similar to Zixu's, it all clicked.

Turning to Zixu, she began, "Is this—"

"Ziyang, my younger brother?" he finished her words for her, an eyebrow raised.