On the third level of the theater building, Zhao Tong and other Daoists from Dragon and Tiger Mountain were discussing with the Saint Heirs of the White Lotus Sect.
Coincidentally, Chen Yi was also in discussion on his side.
Her gaze remained very cold, even given the current situation, there was little fluctuation to be seen in her eyes, and certainly no sign of good humor.
Some strands of hair were sticking to her cheek, and as Chen Yi reached out to brush it away, she slapped his hand down.
Chen Yi frowned slightly but didn't get angry, and slowly asked, "Why are you here?"
"That's what I should be asking you." She replied.
Chen Yi lowered his gaze, understanding that the question she wanted to ask was far more than just this one, there were many more, so he smiled and said, "I don't intend to answer."
"Coincidentally, neither do I." She said.
