Yan Huo was clearly unaccustomed to such an abrupt line of questioning. He paused for a moment before answering, "She's taken the bait. She's completely engrossed in those false clues. I estimate she won't surface for at least three to five days."
"Are you sure?" Bei Mingyuan asked.
Yan Huo had been certain, but this question made him lose his confidence. He subconsciously scratched his hair. "She should be... probably? My Lord, you know that mortal woman—she never plays by the rules..." His voice trailed off as he spoke.
Bei Mingyuan felt a flare of irritation, but after a moment of calm reflection, he had to admit Yan Huo was right. 'Isn't it precisely because Xin Huohuo is always so surprisingly unpredictable that she managed to put down roots in my heart when I wasn't even looking?'
He took a deep breath and fixed his gaze on Yan Huo, whose neck prickled with a cold sense of dread.
