Jiang Ning's gaze was slightly cold, just as he was about to speak, a gentle breeze passed by the doorway.
A figure clothed in simple white appeared in front of the National Master Mansion, it was Su Qingying.
Su Qingying stood quietly, dressed in a simple white palace gown, her hair was styled in a high bun, and her eyes were clear like deep pools.
She didn't look at the emaciated old man, her gaze gently fell on Jiang Ning, her voice ethereal and calm: "It's getting late, you should set off now."
These words were spoken lightly, as if merely reminding Jiang Ning of a routine matter, yet carried an undeniable meaning; now that she was here, Jiang Ning no longer needed to speak further.
Jiang Ning understood clearly, he said no more words to the emaciated old man, just slightly nodded: "Then I shall take my leave first." With that, his figure slightly moved, stepping out in a few strides and disappeared like the breeze at the end of the long street, heading towards Yang Lake.
