Inside the room.
Only Qin Heng and Song Ningran were present. The air was very quiet, and neither of them spoke.
After a long silence, Song Ningran finally spoke, "Qin Heng, you, don't you have anything to say? I, what should I do? Do I need to make any preparations?"
She was somewhat nervous. Her heart pounded rapidly within her full chest, her pretty face slightly flushed. Her eyes, gentle as water and shimmering like autumn pools, gazed at Qin Heng with anticipation, as if awaiting something.
Really, she was quite nervous.
"Preparations?" Qin Heng was startled by the question and looked at Song Ningran with a puzzled expression, then chuckled. "Ran Ran, you're not thinking of anything naughty, are you? That wouldn't be good. Hahaha."
He had been quiet just now because he had been using his Divine Sense to survey the surroundings, focusing especially on Dragon Mist Mountain.
