Xiao Yi sat cross-legged, gazing up at the endless stars.
Behind him, a faint breathing could be heard, yet there was only silence.
Xiao Yi withdrew his gaze, furrowing his brows, "Could Miss Lu be coming to find me for another endless vendetta?"
"You should know, you are no match for me."
Xiao Yi's furrowed brows transformed into a light, indifferent expression.
From behind, a hesitant voice quickly broke the silence.
"Pal... Palace Master, calm your anger."
Lu Lingshuang's tone held a trace of complexity, with both sadness and trepidation.
After a short while, Lu Lingshuang broke the silence again, "Ling Shuang understands the Palace Master's illustrious achievements, and also knows she is no match."
"That day at the Martial Arts Arena, it was Ling Shuang who was offensive."
"If the Palace Master had truly wanted to hold it against me, I would likely have been dead by then."
Xiao Yi asked curiously, "So why has Miss Lu come seeking me late at night?"
