Bai Susu watched the purple lightning dragon struggling frantically within the array, and her tense, pretty face finally eased a bit.
It's just that...
For some reason, a faint sense of unease lingered in her heart, lingering and elusive.
...
"So hungry..."
The sun peeked out from the horizon and set there once more.
Their room door remained closed, with no one opening it.
And their master's quiet chamber still had its door tightly shut.
Qing Jun could no longer lie still. She climbed out of bed, filled with anxiety.
"Sister... Is Master really angry?"
Zhiwei stared at the ceiling, feeling utterly dejected.
Ugh, ugh, ugh...
Master would not hate her, right?
She... she aspired to be the disciple her master could be proud of; how could she be disliked by him!!
Besides, with how good master was, how could they... how could they treat him like that?
