Ning Rongrong followed behind and saw the entire scene clearly.
She gave a quiet snort and muttered under her breath,
"Fire Dance sure fell at just the right time."
Feng Xiaotian walked beside her. He froze when he heard that, then shook his head with a bitter smile.
He naturally knew what Huo Wu was thinking.
But he couldn't control her.
He couldn't even control himself. He had pursued her for more than half a year, throwing away all his dignity, yet still couldn't win a kind look from her.
The group walked down half the length of the main street before turning into a slightly narrower alley.
At the end of the alley stood a three-story building. A wooden sign hung above the entrance, bearing the words "Firecloud Room."
Huo Wushuang pushed the door open. A waiter came to greet them, and upon recognizing a regular customer, hurriedly led them upstairs.
The private room by the window on the second floor had its window half open, offering a view of Heaven Dou City's seemingly endless sea of lights.
Fang Fan took his seat. Zhu Zhuqing sat to his left, Huo Wu sat opposite him, Ning Rongrong sat beside Zhu Zhuqing, and Huo Wushuang sat beside Huo Wu.
Feng Xiaotian took the seat near the door, two people away from Huo Wu.
After sitting down, he barely said a word, merely staring at the teacup in front of him.
Delicious food and wine were soon served.
Huo Wu poured herself a cup of wine, stood, and raised it toward Fang Fan.
Her movements were crisp and decisive. Her red sleeve flipped, and the rim of the cup pointed steadily at Fang Fan as she said in a clear voice,
"Thank you, Pacifying-the-State King, for honoring us by drinking and dining