In the corner coffee shop, the music played faintly, and the wind chime at the door swayed with the breeze.
Gu Jianlin felt entirely out of sorts, desperately searching for a chance to seek help.
"Ahem."
Lu Zicheng jabbed him sharply in the lower back, signaling with his eyes for him not to panic, though he himself also had no idea what was going on.
Chen Qing, a Fourth Rank Spiritualist, seemed to have lost all his abilities, silently drinking his latte, saying nothing.
This was because Chen Bojun had previously instructed them not to speak casually—not a single word.
Though the reasoning was unclear, they could only obediently comply.
"Allow me to make the introductions."
Chen Bojun cleared his throat and said seriously, "This is…"
"Ji Zhou."
The cold, aloof woman raised her piercing eyes and said indifferently, "Divine General."
