"It's you!"
Ju Zi could not help but exclaim in surprise.
She had imagined the scene of their reunion many times, yet she had not expected the meeting to be so sudden and effortless, catching her completely off guard.
Facing an old acquaintance, Xiao Zi also rarely revealed a smile: "We meet again after a long separation. Won't you invite me in to sit for a while?"
The words instantly jolted Ju Zi back to her senses, and she realized that thousands of gazes were watching this place. Such a lapse in composure was clearly inappropriate.
Xu Tianran was impotent, and the question of heirs had become an urgent crisis after he ascended the throne. Hamstrung by his own unspeakable defect, he could only relentlessly pressure the empress to bear children.
Coming out here to personally oversee the mining of ores this time was, apart from manufacturing high-grade soul tools, also a way to get far away from Mingdu and escape Xu Tianran's intense pressure, but that task constantly lingered in her mind, driving Ju Zi to distraction.
The appearance of Xiao Zi was no different than timely rain upon parched earth; perhaps it could resolve this urgent crisis and pull her out of her difficult predicament.
Her thoughts raced like lightning, and when Ju Zi spoke again, she had already switched to a distant and polite expression, as if their relationship was not familiar at all.
Summoning the bearing of the Empress and God of War, she gracefully invited the other party inside: "This lord has an extraordinary temperament, and you must surely be a master of this era. Why not accompany me inside for a chat? Whatever you desire can be fulfilled."
"No!" the Fire Phoenix Douluo cried out in objection, entirely disapproving of this action.
Setting aside