Chapter 123: Divine Temple, Here I Come (2)_1
"You guessed right, that little girl of yours indeed has never seen that box," Qie Yue said as she made her way directly to the table and sat down, looking at the person feigning sleep in the chaise longue, "But that girl is truly interesting. An unfamiliar person appears in her room, and she actually isn’t scared. She even exchanged a few moves with me. Her skills are not bad, and her temperament is good too. No wonder Hei Zi couldn’t stop praising her last time he returned."
Zi Xiao, with his eyes squinted, opened them wide, fixing his gaze on Qie Yue, and said leisurely, "Hei Zi went on a task, and there’s no one managing the General Pavilion right now..."
"Damn, you can’t do that!" Before Zi Xiao could finish, Qie Yue jumped up from the stool and headed towards the door, "I’m just complimenting her a bit. Is that really necessary?! With so many things to do at headquarters, let whoever wants to manage it do so; don’t look for me. I’m more comfortable staying in Pearl City anyway. Besides, didn’t Ming just go back? He will take care of it."
Zi Xiao didn’t care about Qie Yue’s attitude and started feigning sleep again. It seemed that his absence had been too long, the girl had almost forgotten him. He needed to quickly wrap up matters here and then stick by her side; otherwise, with her current charm, she would attract too many flies. If someone else stole her heart, he would have no regrets to speak of, not even a window left to sigh through.
On the last day of September, Fen Jian, the City Lord of Pearl City, received students from the four empires and held a banquet.
The banquet was set in the Guest Hall of the City Lord’s Mansion. Xie Ping, leading the people from the Mors Empire, arrived just ten minutes before the banquet began, at which point the delegates from the other empires had already arrived. Seeing them arrive late, those from the other empires exchanged whispers.
The maid led Xie Ping and his party to their seats. It was not until they sat down that Dugu Qianye noticed a person sitting in the top seat of the hall. A man of about twenty-three or twenty-four, with fair and handsome features, a gentle smile hanging on his lips, dressed in fine white brocade, he exuded a holy aura.
Dugu Qianye stared at the constantly smiling man, feeling his smile seemed a bit fake; it seemed gentle but was laced with irony. Moreover, his eyes and chin looked somewhat familiar.