"What are you doing sighing and not sleeping so late at night?"
Hearing this voice, Han Yiren was suddenly shocked, and turned around abruptly, only to see Chu Qing sitting in front of his desk, just like that night in Little Cold Valley.
The same appearance without a trace, silent and sudden.
But the first reaction last time was terror, and now he felt a sudden reassurance.
However, he was not a naïve kid and didn't let his emotions show on his face.
Even more so, he didn't exchange any pleasantries:
"I keep feeling something's wrong, the Celestial Evil Cult has sent no new instructions, and the Celestial Sound Mansion is at a deadlock.
"What should we do next? I have this feeling of impending doom."
"You're not wrong about that feeling."
Chu Qing opened a teacup and poured a cup of tea.
Just after sending off the emotional Liu Zhaohua, Chu Qing left the room.
There were indeed many things to deal with tonight.
