「Jiangnan.」
「Celestial Cyan Workshop.」
A group of Female Disciples wielded their swords in the courtyard, their figures delicate, and their moves imbued with a unique flavor.
Yan Ruyu sat at a desk at the Entrance of the Great Hall with an indifferent expression, holding a scroll in one hand and toying with a Flashlight in the other. This Flashlight was the very one Flourishing Flowers had given her. As her fingers moved, the Flashlight rotated between them. However, her gaze remained fixed on the scroll in her hands.
Yesterday afternoon, Kong Qingquan had visited, mentioning a fateful opportunity and asking if she wanted to pursue it. Nowadays, with great upheavals everywhere, people in Jianghu felt insecure.
A fateful opportunity? Such matters were better left for people like Kong Qingquan and Zhao Qixian to pursue. She, Yan Ruyu, simply wanted to stay in the Celestial Cyan Workshop.
