Ginkgo trees grew inside the Taoist temple. Affected by the climate, their green leaves had already begun to yellow, the color spreading steadily inward from their edges.
Coal Ball lounged in a ginkgo tree, yawning lazily.
Zhang Mingqi did not want to watch her master acting as though money were no object. With her hands in her pockets, she surveyed the faction from the instance. Her gaze lingered on Xie De, and she immediately formed an opinion. Without a doubt, this fellow was a capable leader.
That judgment was not baseless. After all, instance factions had always kept to their own territories, and the rules were simple and clear-select players to enter the instance and maintain a balance. This was the first time an instance had taken the initiative to send an NPC into the real world at the head of a team.
And did that not also prove that this NPC had the Instance System's complete trust, as well as considerable strength?
Zhang Mingqi looked away and left the reception room. A cool breeze blew outside, rustling the ginkgo leaves.
"Meow?"
Coal Ball tilted its head at her from the tree.
"A demon?"
Zhang Mingqi narrowed her amber eyes, studying the Cat Demon in the tree as though assessing its potential for aggression.
"That's Mr. 39's pet. Cute, isn't it?"
Wei Yanchi's voice reached her. He, too, had come out of the reception room, dressed casually. In a teasing tone, he said, "Eldest Senior Sister, I heard you went to see Fourth Senior Brother earlier. Didn't you bring me a present?"
"I don't recall you bringing me any presents, either."
As Zhang Mingqi spoke, she casually tossed him several copper coins from her pocket. Her tone was cold and concise. "The Shen Mother's resentment is outside. The Featherfolk's Eye