"Miss Zhaowei, I trust you've been well."
Zhang Yuan glanced at the [joy] label above Cui Zhaowei's head and said with a smile.
At last, Cui Zhaowei was no longer a solid block of ice inside and out as she had been when they first met. There were at least some stirrings of emotion in her heart now.
"I've been well."
Cui Zhaowei nodded lightly, returned her Waist Sword to its sheath, and took a letter from inside her robes at her chest. With a solemn gesture, she held it in both hands and presented it to Zhang Yuan, saying:
"Young Master Zhang, this is a letter from my father."
Zhang Yuan paused at the way Cui Zhaowei presented the letter, then gave a dry cough. "Miss Zhaowei, you don't actually have to use both hands to deliver a letter."
Had Cui Zhaowei not said beforehand that the letter was from her father, Cui Qiezhe, he would have thought she'd written it herself.
This was the Azure Firmament Dust-Dyed Realm, the Demon Realm that the mighty figures of the Myriad Heavens and Worlds called guilty of every evil under the sun, not some light-novel world. He couldn't get the wrong idea.
Cui Zhaowei nodded. "I know, but it's all right when it's you, Young Master Zhang."
Xiao Yuanjun's eyes widened.
Wait, you're making a move too?
You two sisters planned this, didn't you!
Damn it! Had I known, I'd have been better off leaving Zhang Yuan in the Mountain-Sea Mysterious Yellow Realm!
Ah, people's hearts really are treacherous in the Demon Realm.
Zhang Yuan caught none of the implications. He accepted Cui Zhaowei's letter, opened it, and read it.
Judging by the timing of Cui Zhaowei's delivery, Cui Qiezhe had probably written the letter and sent her off with it