Gu Qingqing could barely breathe, her small face turning green.
Li Xuan secretly observed Yuwen Yao, a hint of lust in his eyes, which he concealed well, merely placing his hand lightly on the shoulder of Gu Qingqing's ruqun.
The atmosphere was tense.
The few people from Zhongmiao Sect had smug expressions.
Under a distant tree, Xi Shuyan's lips curved into a faint, almost imperceptible smile, her gaze lingering on Yuwen Yao.
Zhou Liu, meanwhile, continued to stare at the insects crawling on the ground, as if the dispute before him was less interesting than the path of an ant.
The atmosphere on the scene was suffocating.
"Caw—!"
Just then, a crow's cry came.
A crow flew in from somewhere.
Its feathers were as black as ink, and it silently landed on Gu Qingqing's shoulder, which was trembling slightly from nervousness.
This small creature looked unremarkable and inconspicuous.
It tilted its head, looking at Li Xuan.
"Hm?"
Where did this beast come from?
