Coming down from the second floor, Li Xiaoyuan hurriedly looked at the two and asked, "Who was looking for you?"
"A familiar person, you don't know them," Xia Wanqing said indifferently.
She was preoccupied during the meal.
Initially, the Heaven Martial Sect just wanted to dip into the benefits of the Secret Realm but somehow got deeply involved.
After dinner, the sky gradually darkened.
Everyone returned to their respective rooms.
Xu Zimei was resting when he suddenly heard a knock on the door.
"Are you asleep?" came Xia Wanqing's voice from outside.
"Is there something wrong?" Xu Zimei opened the door, asking in confusion.
"I can't sleep; I want to talk to you," Xia Wanqing said.
"About the Crown Prince?" Xu Zimei asked.
"Lots of things, I just feel restless inside," Xia Wanqing stepped into the room and slowly sat down on a chair beside.
"All the restlessness stems from one word, weakness," Xu Zimei said.
