"It's you."
At the monastery, Chen Yi had met her once before, and now, upon seeing her again, his hand instinctively rested on the hilt of his blade.
"Indeed, earlier you encountered my paper figurine."
Dong Guifei offered a polite bow, her brows and eyes carrying a gentle warmth.
"Chen Qianhu, correct?"
From the registrar at the monastery, she had already inquired about Chen Yi's background. Only then did she learn that the man who had destroyed her paper figurine was none other than the paramour assigned to her by the palace.
Unable to discern the woman's origins, Chen Yi remained unsure whether she came with good intentions or ill, his hand still resting on the hilt.
Dong Guifei abruptly spoke, catching him off guard:
"Are you heading to Ghost City?"
"That's correct."
"Then are you aware that the Chaos Seal is about to rupture?" Dong Guifei spoke slowly, her tone shifting from gentle warmth to firm seriousness.
