After all Su Mianmian's fussing, Su Jiu nearly arrived late for the afternoon's Talisman Competition.
Jin Chen glanced at the slightly breathless Su Jiu, then at the young woman beside him, and sighed. "A Jiu nearly being late was your doing again, wasn't it?"
Su Mianmian stuck out her tongue and thought, Who told Su Jiu to refuse that last ribbon no matter what?
At the thought of that last ribbon, Su Mianmian's eyes curved with laughter. That ribbon truly brought every color together.
Jin Chen could not help pressing a hand to his forehead. Was there anyone who could keep Su Mianmian in check?
Su Jiu walked to the seat corresponding to the number she had drawn. As luck would have it, Ming Yun was beside her.
Even she could not help marveling at it. What sort of damned fate was this?
Over a hundred desks stood on the competition platform, each furnished with an identical brush, cinnabar, and paper.
A glimmer flickered in Su Jiu's eyes. She discovered that the cinnabar around her contained very little spiritual qi. Only the cinnabar on Ming Yun's desk beside her was different.
Although Ming Yun's cinnabar looked no different from anyone else's on the surface, Su Jiu's Otherworldly Eyes revealed what lay beneath that surface layer.
It was entirely different from the cinnabar the ordinary competing disciples were using.
The corners of Su Jiu's lips lifted slightly. Had Sect Leader Li been driven into a corner and begun resorting to any means necessary?
Ming Yun had been secretly watching Su Jiu's expression. When she noticed Su Jiu's gaze lingering on the cinnabar on her desk, her heart lurched. Had this woman spotted something...?
But then Su Jiu shifted her gaze, as though she had noticed nothing at all.
Although Ming