"Does he... really like Rongrong?"
Xiao Wu turned around. "Zhuqing, what are you talking about? Who likes Rongrong?"
"Ah?" Zhu Zhuqing hurriedly said, "It's nothing. I was dreaming."
With that, she strode out of the room, leaving Xiao Wu alone inside.
Xiao Wu did not sense anything unusual. She tightly gripped the wooden comb in her hand. Ever since Liu Yi had combed her hair, she had realized that she seemed to have changed, becoming someone even she no longer recognized.
Tang San had come looking for her several times, but she had refused him every time. Because whenever she was with Tang San, she would inevitably think of how he had struck her in the forest.
Though Tang San had apologized, what use was that?
At that moment, Xiao Wu's mind was filled with every little moment she had shared with Liu Yi. Though nothing had happened between them, she felt an inexplicable sense of anticipation.
Thinking of that, Xiao Wu left the room as well, her face flushed red.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was located several dozen li outside Heaven Dou City. It had been established there from the very beginning.
Inside the carriage, Ning Rongrong clung tightly to Liu Yi's arm, afraid that he would disappear from her side in an instant.
Liu Yi watched the bustling traffic beyond the window, a bitterness he could not put into words rising within him.
Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Council Hall.
A middle-aged man sat in a chair crafted from fine redwood. A blue gemstone was embedded in its center, making it appear exceptionally precious.
Two old men stood beside him, each around sixty or seventy years old. Yet there was no trace of frailty on their faces; instead, they brimmed with vitality.
One of them,