"Huan, do you know who they are?" a beautiful voice asked.
"I don't know." Huan lowered his head, as if he had done something wrong.
"And you still dared to bring them here?" The voice carried a hint of reproach.
"I... I lost a bet." Huan cautiously glanced at his mother.
"A bet? On what?"
"On mother's name." Huan answered honestly.
"My name?" Huan's mother seemed a bit puzzled, "You mean they know my name?"
"That Qin Sisi said it, word for word." Huan found this matter quite strange.
"Is she the woman in the purple dress who plays the zither?"
Qin Sisi had just changed into a purple dress that day. When she first arrived at the Demon Sacred Realm, Jing Jing prepared clothes of various colors for her. Later, her clothes were mostly black and purple, with a few whites, and other colors were rare.
"Yes, that's her." Huan replied with certainty.
The beautiful voice fell silent. After a long pause, it said softly, "It seems the Demon Sacred Realm is not at peace."
