Zixuan Hall, Purple Pavilion.
Luo Qing followed Su Chengyu back to the Purple Pavilion and walked into Zixuan Pavilion, but he was not in a hurry to make a move against Su Chengyu.
After all, Xu Nanzhi was no longer here, and the simplest thing he needed to do next was to stall Su Chengyu.
Seeing that the other party didn't intend to act immediately, Su Chengyu also didn't rush. He rose and walked to the side of the tea table after leaving Luo Changping's side.
After surveying the area, he sat in the seat where Xu Nanzhi had previously sat.
"Nan Zhi sat here before, right?"
Luo Changping lifted his head, glanced, and nodded.
Luo Qing crossed his hands together, leaned against the distant railing, and quietly observed inside.
After sitting down, Su Chengyu sipped the tea brewed by Xu Nanzhi, and the familiar taste brought him a sense of distant tranquility.
