Lu Jin'an picked up all the long bamboo flutes as he strolled through the courtyard and then found a clean spot to stand next to a group of female corpses exuding the scent of blood, curiously studying the flute in his hand.
Xing Lan silently stared at the side of Lu Jin'an's face, wondering if his actions just now counted as a pledge of loyalty?
After all, he hadn't officially joined under her command, so it was normal even if he ignored her.
'Does he want to quickly learn the authentic Body Forging Technique?'
Gradually calming the Qi and blood within her body, Xing Lan collected her thoughts, no matter what his intentions were just now, she owed him a favor.
Once they returned to Shengjing, she would nurture him carefully.
She exhaled lightly and looked down at her Imperial Sister, Fang Xingsong, whose hair was disheveled and face was covered with scratches from tree branches.
