"Alright, just leave it there for now."
The Empress showed not the slightest interest in even glancing at it and turned to sit on the small couch.
"Hmm?"
"Why does this cushion feel so damp..."
She raised her hand, faintly catching a whiff of osmanthus fragrance.
Recalling the fragmented memories of last night, her brow furrowed even deeper.
"If that dream was real..."
"What exactly happened between Chen Mo and Yu Youhan after I fell asleep?"
...
...
Sky Scale Guard.
Just as Chen Mo arrived at the entrance of the training ground, he saw a group of people waiting there, among them some familiar faces.
Besides Yu Hongyin, Liu Qiansong, Qin Yi, and other sect disciples, even the long-absent Zi Lianji was among them.
"Chen."
"Mr. Chen."
Seeing Chen Mo, the group quickly stepped forward to greet him.
Chen Mo slightly raised an eyebrow, "What is this about, everyone?"
