Wonderous Palace.
At nightfall, the moonlight grew brighter.
Soul Devouring Tower.
Speckles of delicate moonlight filtered into an antique room.
Inside the house, the candlelight flickered.
Dressed in a thin veil, Si Nanyan lay on a soft bed, propping her head with her slender arm, her gaze slightly narrowed as she looked out of the window.
However, her expression was somewhat distant, lost in thought about something.
In front of the bed, Feng Ruoli reclined lazily on a redwood brocade couch, holding a jade-colored wine cup and sipping casually. She asked, "When will Mu Yunqing arrive?"
Si Nanyan returned to her senses and replied indifferently, "According to the plan, it will take another day."
"Another day, huh?"
Feng Ruoli's gaze sharpened, and she slowly put down the wine cup.
"Heh, it's just a plan. With Mu Yunqing so eager, how could he continue to delay?"
