The main hall of the room.
A hint of Xiang curtain was picked up, and the bamboo curtains on all four windows hung at the corners.
Bright and clean, yet the thoughts of the three people seated within were far from simple.
Su Bei took a long breath, felt somewhat calmer, and then reached out to tidy up his Azure Crown only to realize he had not worn it, his long hair draping messily over his shoulders.
"That... is there something you needed, Saintess?"
As the words left his mouth, he regretted them—would the Saintess seek him out if there was nothing important?
Speaking, his gaze lifted subtly, and he looked somewhat guiltily at Nan Ji beside him, but found her slightly bent forward, fingers pressed against her waist, her expression revealing nothing.
His heart sank with a hunch—could Nan Ji have noticed something?
"Hmm, I came here this time..." Key Smoke nodded slightly, her words yet unfinished, when Nan Ji beside her cut her off.
