"What a wonderful exchange meet."
Bai Yujun found it more and more interesting. She waved her folding fan, her eyes narrowed in a smiling crescent. Not only was there Fairy Hong, beautiful even by a dragon's standards, there was also the remnant soul of a stone statue. Since that fool had managed to escape alive, could it be that he failed to see even more remnant souls slipping away through the shadows?
As she let her imagination run wild, the beaded jade curtain was lifted from outside.
In walked a flamboyant young nobleman, gliding in like a spring breeze. Yes, like a spring breeze over the fields.
Sang Chao, seated at the same table, glared furiously, as though he wished he could draw his sword and cut him down. Judging by his clothes, he too was from the Sang Household. Yet the affairs between the children of aristocratic clans were beyond ordinary mortals' comprehension.
"Sang Yu!"
Bai Yujun curiously looked from the teeth-gritting Sang Chao to the unlucky fellow named Sang Yu, whose body had been seized. It seemed Sang Chao had no idea that the Sang Yu before him was no longer the same Sang Yu. The bun was still the same bun, and its filling was still made from the original recipe, but its flavor had changed.
The monkey recalled that flashy carriage. It was really durable...
The fellow called Sang Yu, though in truth a lingering ghost, actually understood romance. He held an exquisite hair ornament in his hands, its formation runes flickering and its materials clearly of superior quality. Evidently, the Black Stone Statue's remnant soul did not care about squandering the former owner's assets. It spent money like water, and now it was using a treasure capable of making mortal immortals itch to rob someone