Master still wasn't replying?
Chi Jiuyu waited a little longer. Only after she was sure her master wouldn't send another message did she put her phone away.
She casually picked up a fruit and ate it, then walked toward the kitchen with rosy light spilling from her mouth.
Xu Xing had long since grown used to it.
That was Jiu Yu for you. Nothing she did was surprising.
He lowered his eyes.
At that moment, in the strange space outside the Spirit Sound Workshop's outer sect, Confusion was still chattering away.
Fine food and wine covered the round table before them.
If Yuan hadn't been so quiet, it really might have looked like two old friends reuniting after a long separation.
But...
It was about time to fish him out.
After all, he was a fellow countryman.
He'd given Confusion plenty of face over all this time.
Besides, once Ning Ruo finished up and came out, she certainly wouldn't keep sitting by and doing nothing.
Ning Wanzhu was her disciple.
Not interfering with her decisions didn't mean she didn't care about her disciple.
Of course, Confusion himself had realized this by now.
After he drank a cup of wine, Xiao Fan hurriedly refilled it, then set the bottle down without expression.
Yuan glanced at him and couldn't help feeling a little sympathy.
He'd heard about Xiao Fan's background: a boy a little braver than most, whom Confusion had turned into this in a shockingly short time.
"Yuan, are you worried about this disciple of mine?" Confusion asked with a smile.
"No," Yuan replied flatly.
"Don't worry. The trial I put him through was just a tiny bit harsh. It's only a side effect. I'll take him around a bit more, and he'll recover."
See? He wasn't listening to a word