"Lord State Preceptor! Lord State Preceptor! Lord State Preceptor..."
Sikong Jian lifted the curtain of the carriage, raised his hand, and nodded with a smile to wave at the crowd.
In an instant, everyone forgot about the Beiman Mission and focused only on shouting: Lord State Preceptor!!!
Anyone who caught Sikong Jian's eye wished they could die on the spot.
Qin Yao leaned against the window, watching as one person fainted from over-excitement simply because Sikong Jian looked at them twice, her forehead twitching intensely.
Is this necessary? Does it have to be so exaggerated?
As if sensing someone staring at him, Sikong vigilantly raised his eyes and unexpectedly met the cold gaze of the woman by the window.
Qin Yao raised her left hand and decisively made a slicing motion in front of her neck.
The silver ring on her ring finger reflected a dazzling cold gleam in the sunlight, sending a chill to Sikong Jian's heart.
