Shen Tang waved her hand in front of Jimò Qiu's eyes.
Her heart sank slightly. "Why is the High Priest spacing out? Could there be something wrong with my body... with these symptoms?"
Her body was different from an ordinary person's and closely connected to the Gongxi Clan. As the High Priest, Jimò Qiu might know things even Shen Tang herself did not. Her great cause came first. If her body dragged her down, then sooner or later the whole world would have to dive into the sea and become mermaids. At the thought, Shen Tang grew anxious.
No one wanted to be dragged down by an accident at a crucial moment.
Before Jimò Qiu could answer, Shen Tang grabbed his wrist and dragged him to the roadside. There were plenty of sharp-eared, clear-sighted Martial Gall Warriors and Literary Heart scholars nearby, and she did not want any complications. Jimò Qiu did not resist. He followed Shen Tang's pull, squeezed out of the crowd, and vanished into it in the blink of an eye. From the private room on the second floor, Tan Ting watched until they disappeared, thoughtful. Qi Miao and the others, however, were not paying attention to this.
They were still savoring their liege's impromptu dance.
One woman was even a member of the Gongxi Chou Preservation Association. Unable to conceal her excitement, she said, "Was that the Great General Gongxi's offspring just now? They really look alike, yet carry such different airs."
Her next sentence was, "I wonder how high his cultivation is!"
Her companion chimed in, "A tiger father cannot sire a dog son. He must be no weakling!"
Qi Miao could not help laughing. She revealed a truth that shocked everyone. "What do you mean, 'the Great General Gongxi's offspring'? The person downstairs is