"Xiao Wen, when did you get back?"
"If I hadn't seen the Pope, I wouldn't have known you were back!"
Ye Yuan'er crossed her arms and came over, her pretty face full of displeasure.
She was unhappy with Su Wen's habit of not letting her know.
"I just got back. I was planning to go to the Elder Hall tomorrow!" Su Wen said with a smile.
"Is that so?"
Ye Yuan'er stepped closer, glanced around, then fixed her gaze on Su Wen's eyes.
"What were you doing?"
"Why did I sense a fluctuation of Soul Power just now?"
Su Wen was wondering whether he should come clean. He felt that it shouldn't be a problem if Aunt Ye found out.
After all, he couldn't keep it a secret forever. Aunt Ye would find out sooner or later, and confessing was entirely different from being caught.
Bi Ji suddenly spoke up. "Xiao Wen was eating just now, and I helped purify the filth!"
"Xiao Wen, you should rest. I'll head down first!"
Bi Ji still wore her usual gentle smile.
She walked away on her long legs.
No one noticed.
Bi Ji had her lips pressed tightly together.
She had purified the surroundings, but not herself.
She could feel it now.
The vast vitality inside her.
Ye Yuan'er watched Bi Ji's retreating figure.
Her expression turned thoughtful.
Did eating really make someone's face that red?
"Aunt Ye!"
Su Wen poured her a cup of tea.
Ye Yuan'er gave a soft snort. She sat down and crossed one leg over the other.
She was already tall and slender, and the bend of her black-feathered battle outfit accentuated her voluptuous figure, every curve exquisitely defined.
"What's wrong, Aunt Ye?"
"Did someone upset you?"
Su Wen asked, feeling a little guilty.
"What's going on