In the quaint courtyard, Meng Qiewei gazed at the teacup on the table before picking it up and pouring its contents over the crabapple blossoms.
Instantly, Spiritual Qi flared, nourishing the crabapple blossoms.
"These flowers haven't withered in years," Qing Dai said thoughtfully. "Miss, maybe we should plant a fruit tree. I think it would grow very well here."
As she spoke, she poured another cup of tea for Meng Qiewei.
Meng Qiewei averted her gaze. Speaking of the one who had left the Palm Seal, she said, "This person is rather arrogant."
"A little, yes. But to leave a Palm Seal at the very top proves they're anything but ordinary," Qing Dai continued. "It's strange, though. A total of three people left Palm Seals, but only two have been identified."
"The third person is nowhere to be found."
"Which one?" Meng Qiewei asked casually.
