"What brings you here at this hour, Steward Lu?"
Fu Hua did not look at Cang Xiaoxuan, instead turning her gaze to Steward Lu, who had suddenly arrived.
"It's like this. I had some late-night snacks prepared, and I was worried you might be hungry, Daoist, so I thought I'd bring some over for you."
As he spoke, Steward Lu carried several plates of unique Great Tang delicacies and addressed Fu Hua with a genial smile.
"...Then bring them inside."
Although Fu Hua felt that Steward Lu was not telling the truth—after all, a servant could have delivered the snacks, so why had he come personally—she did not pay it much mind.
"Yes."
Upon hearing that, Steward Lu walked straight inside.
After entering the room, he first looked around, then placed the late-night snacks on the table. Only then did he turn to Fu Hua and ask hesitantly, "Daoist... has that thing... been dealt with?"
"Not yet, but it should be here soon."
Fu Hua did not hide anything and told him the truth directly.
"Oh, I see!"
Steward Lu seemed to think of something upon hearing this, and his expression turned slightly strange.
"Then I won't disturb you any longer, Daoist."
The struggle on his face flashed away, and Steward Lu returned to normal. He cupped his hands toward Fu Hua and prepared to leave.
But after taking only a few steps, before he had even left the room, Fu Hua suddenly stopped him.
"Wait. It's already here."
Sure enough, the moment Fu Hua finished speaking, a gust of eerie wind blew the door open. The freezing wind swept into the room and snuffed out all the candles.
Startled by the sudden gust, Cang Xiaoxuan hurriedly hid behind Fu Hua. Steward Lu also could not help crouching down in