Locks of jet-black hair cascaded down her chest, revealing her delicate, clearly visible collarbones.
Gazing at her somewhat weary appearance, Su Bei reached out and gently clasped her pale wrist. "Is everything taken care of?"
Ji Nanjue pondered for a moment before replying softly, "Although there are still some minor issues, everything should be fine now."
After dealing with political affairs in Luodu, she had flown to Dongting Stream. Not finding him there, she had come to the Sacred Land, where she coincidentally sensed his presence. What followed was the sight of him looking utterly lost, staring blankanktly at the windowsill while holding that sword.
