Shi Dai had almost called out “Young Master Jiang,” but when the words reached her lips, she forcibly swallowed them back.

From the moment the two of them began talking to Han Zong, they had drawn quite a bit of attention from the others in the inn.

Now that the guests were crowding toward Han Zong, plenty of them had gathered around her and Jiang Baiyan too.

To the people within the painting realm, she was Wei Ling.