Song Wen, who had been stepping toward the private room's door, suddenly stiffened.
Qiao Mengyu had long noticed the resemblance between Gou Jun and Lei Yue. Now that they shared another trait—proficiency in lightning arts—her suspicions would likely only deepen.
Though he sensed trouble, Song Wen kept a faint smile on his face.
"I do know a little about lightning arts. Since Fellow Qiao asked, are you also skilled in this path?"
Qiao Mengyu instinctively shook her head, yet her gaze continued to sweep over Song Wen, as though she wished to see straight through him.
"Meng Yu." Bai Wei suddenly spoke. "Fellow Gou Jun's mastery of lightning arts is his private matter. Probing too deeply is somewhat discourteous."
Hearing the faint reproach in her master's words, Qiao Mengyu abruptly came to her senses.
Yet she did not explain herself to Bai Wei. She merely cupped her fists toward Song Wen.
"Please forgive me, Senior. I was curious for a moment and overstepped. I hope Senior will not blame me."
"You are too polite, Fellow Qiao."
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Wen walked out of the private room.
Only after roughly dozens of breaths did he return with two maidservants.
The maidservants cleared away the leftover dishes and food from the table, then left the private room.
Next, another two maidservants entered carrying an assortment of delicacies.
Once all the dishes had been set on the table, the four began drinking together.
Half an hour later, they were finally full and satisfied.
After Song Wen paid the bill, the four left the restaurant.
Song Wen bid farewell to the three women, then rose into the air and flew toward the outskirts of the city.
*It seems I should avoid meeting Qiao Mengyu as much as possible in the