Wuming lifted his head suddenly and smiled at Bai Chuwei, saying, "My master, I'm prepared to leave. Could you see me out?"
Bai Chuwei's eyes gleamed lightly, looking with interest at the young man in front of her.
Tsk, Little Fox, what are you thinking about again?
He calmly returned a smile, resembling the way he had first smiled at her after his Transformation over two hundred years ago.
Bai Chuwei sighed, realizing she had made mistakes back then too. She gently rubbed her finger joints and said, "Let's go together."
The meeting was over, and she had no reason to continue sitting here.
Bai Chuwei pulled Xiaobao, who was half-sitting on her lap, and rose from the Rose Throne, stepping forward. The throne, surrounded by flowers, petrified at a speed visible to the naked eye and turned back into a stone sculpture, just as it had before.
