Feng San Niang was controlling the soundproof Wind Shield outside the tent.
Suddenly, her ears twitched, and she whispered, "It's over."
Hu Yun's eyes snapped open, gleaming with curiosity. "Come on, let's go in and see."
"This...?" Feng San Niang hesitated.
Hu Yun didn't hesitate in the slightest, striding toward the tent.
Feng San Niang was curious herself, so she got up and followed her.
Xia Qingge heard the commotion, opened her eyes for a moment, then closed them again to continue her Visualization.
SWISH. The tent flap was pulled aside.
The air was thick with humidity, and the scent was enough to make one blush.
Lin Shi and her companion lay on the bed, a blanket covering only half their bodies and revealing large swathes of flushed, porcelain skin. It all silently spoke to the ferocity of the battle that had just occurred.
