Autumn had already arrived, and the weather was beginning to turn cool. However, none of that existed within the Yin-Yang School. Or rather, to people with profound inner strength, these so-called seasonal changes were as fleeting as clouds.
What mattered was—images of Da Siming and the others in their seductive outfits throughout all four seasons slowly surfaced in Li's mind. So, without inner strength to protect them, would these people have to wrap themselves in fox-fur coats?
Thinking this, Li suddenly found it rather amusing.
"Young Master, what are you thinking about? Early this morning, Young Master Hu Hai already sent someone to deliver a message. It seems Zhao Gao and the others can no longer wait." Shi Lan pushed open the door, set down a basin of water before Li, wrung out a towel, and handed it to him.
Li accepted it naturally and wiped his face. "Isn't there still several hours? Let them wait."
"But didn't you say you had a plan? Is your plan really just to wait and see?" Shi Lan abruptly slammed the basin down, her expression cold as frost. "Take this seriously. Last time, Zhao Gao and Li Si did not personally act, which was why you survived that disaster. But this time, even the Six Sword Slaves may make a move. Even if General Meng Yi's former subordinates favor you, they cannot possibly step forward openly for your sake. Do you understand?!"
The smile at the corner of Li's lips froze. Seeing the faint bluish shadows beneath Shi Lan's delicate, fair face, his heart stirred.
This girl... she didn't sleep all night because she was worried, did she?
Thinking about it, that really was possible.
Concern led to disorder. But if that was the case, hadn't all the words he used to comfort