Half an hour later, Su Qiao, dressed in a white gauze dress, waited for Lin Hanyan at the pavilion by the lake.
"Why is it you?"
When Lin Hanyan saw Su Qiao turn around, she frowned slightly. Her eyes held several unmistakable traces of contempt and disgust.
She looked around, but did not find that familiar figure.
Perhaps because today was the Martial Arts Convention, many people had risen early, but they had all headed toward the large Training Ground. Hardly anyone came to the lakeside deep in this garden, so the surroundings were extremely quiet.
"Stop looking. Huangfu Zhenlou didn't come. I was the one who asked you here, and I was also the one who had someone deliver the note to you."
Su Qiao lightly lifted the long, pale-blue hem of her dress and strolled down the stone steps in front of the pavilion. The upward curve of her lips could not be concealed even by the translucent veil.
Lin Hanyan's brows drew tight. Her gaze toward Su Qiao now held not only disgust, but also scrutiny and wariness. "What do you want, asking me to come here?"
"Your martial arts are so formidable, and you carry poison and poisonous creatures with you. What are you afraid of?"
Su Qiao pulled down the veil tucked behind her ear, revealing her exquisitely made-up face. She looked at Lin Hanyan with a half-smile, half-frown, her eyes holding the malicious amusement of someone teasing a little cat.
Lin Hanyan could not figure out her purpose, so she did not answer and merely watched her warily.
Although she could not sense any Internal Energy from Su Qiao and was certain that she was merely an ordinary person without martial arts, for some unknown reason, she had felt an intense threat from the