Yin Weiyin's expression stiffened, the words he wanted to say caught in his throat, and only after a good while did he manage to speak:
"How is your cultivation level now?"
Dong Gong Ruoshu thought for a moment and replied, "Far inferior to Zun Ming."
Zun Ming has arrived... Though Yin Weiyin knew this didn't breach etiquette, an inexplicable unease rose in his heart, especially when faced with the sight of that figure, whose chest was so notably larger than his own.
Seeing Yin Weiyin refuse to speak, Dong Gong Ruoshu proactively asked, "Is there something troubling you, Lady Yin?"
The female crown forced a composed expression but sighed softly, "Not troubling, per se. Your face radiates with health, yet there's a faint darkness between your brows. It corresponds with the ancient Trigram of Sage Lü, the seventy-seventh hexagram about seeking wisdom by the Wei River—it's a mediocre omen. If things continue this way, catastrophe is unavoidable."
