Fang Yuan's eyes narrowed the moment the voice echoed behind him.
He turned around in a flash.
But nothing..... There was no one.
The bath chamber was empty. Steam curled gently in the air, shadows danced along the lacquered walls, but no figure stood behind him.
His expression darkened.
In the next breath, his divine sense surged forth like a tide, sweeping through every inch of the chamber, enveloping walls, ceiling, even the faintest speck of dust.
Mid-stage Nascent Soul.
Lin Zhaoyue was no fragile maiden, if she willed it, she could raze half the Fang estate and vanish before the guards even blinked.
If Fang Yuan weren't here, she could've even left behind a trail of chaos and no one would've known the perpetrator.
And yet... nothing. There was no trace of her presence. No ripple in the qi around him.
Until another giggle appeared, whisper-light, but unmistakable.
"Husband~ ah, you're searching for me so hard... makes me wish I was there with you."
