Su Jiu's voice was cool and clear, just like her-exceptionally frosty, as though it could lower the temperature all on its own, making people, even in such
sweltering weather, feel the faint chill emanating from her.
Hearing Su Jiu's voice, Qi Song suddenly recalled what Fang Xing had told him earlier and shook his head with a smile.
Spending year after year with an icy beauty like her would probably freeze even a volcano solid. How could anyone possibly harbor any stray
thoughts?
Su Jiu brought Qi Song back to her room. As she shut the door, she also set up a Barrier to keep the walls from having ears.
There were too many prying eyes and ears in this inn. A few extra precautions never hurt.
Su Jiu sat down on one of the chairs and pushed open the window beside her. Sunlight immediately streamed in.
"Tell me, then. What happened to you?"
Qi Song sighed and told Su Jiu everything about how the Qi Family had rescued him.
Su Jiu tossed him a Storage Bag. "This is yours, isn't it?"
Qi Song looked at the embroidery on the Storage Bag, inwardly astonished. "Where did you find this? This is exactly the one I lost."
"I found it in the hands of an Elder of the Curse Spirit Sect."
Qi Song's eyes shifted slightly. "The Curse Spirit Sect? That sect people say is especially poor?"
Su Jiu considered it. Though that was not a very flattering way to put it, it was not wrong.
After receiving the Storage Bag, Qi Song noticed that its weight seemed off.
Sure enough, after checking its contents, his expression turned very strange.
Su Jiu saw through his thoughts at a glance. "What, you weren't expecting them to return your Storage Bag untouched, were