Jiang Qingyi looked rather angry after she entered the room.
Xiao Mo looked at the tightly shut door and could not help chuckling bitterly.
It was not that Xiao Mo could not understand Fairy Jiang.
He had spent nearly a year with her now.
Although Fairy Jiang had a bad temper and a cold disposition, she was a decent person. He could sense the kindness in her heart.
Perhaps, in Fairy Jiang's eyes, possessing such talent yet squandering it in a place like this was truly too much of a waste.
But Xiao Mo could hardly explain himself to her.
"Fairy Jiang, it's late. Please get some rest."
Xiao Mo bowed with his hands clasped toward the door. Without lingering, he turned and left the Imperial Preceptor's Residence.
"Idiot. What's so wonderful about this imperial palace, anyway? Are you really that eager to see those two consorts?!"
Watching Xiao Mo's retreating figure, Jiang Qingyi pressed her thin lips together.
Only after the courtyard gate closed again did Jiang Qingyi leave her room and return to her seat in the courtyard.
She took out the Xuan Shuang Long Sword and a whetstone, then carefully honed the blade.
The Xuan Shuang Long Sword was merely an ordinary fourth-grade magic tool.
The whetstone, however, had been refined from geng metal iron. Even a single piece was almost impossible to find, and it was usually used to hone immortal weapons.
Before long, a woman emerged from the darkness and walked up to Jiang Qingyi.
The woman wore court attire with a light silken shawl draped over it, through which her fair, delicate shoulders were faintly visible.
Her chest wrap enclosed two snowy peaks of creamy flesh, offering a faint glimpse of a pale, bottomless cleft.
She stepped forward and dipped into a graceful bow.