Gui Yiwu and his classmates' eyes lit up, and they couldn't help but exchange glances with each other.
They all saw a look of astonishment in each other's eyes.
Zhao Rong rested his chin on his hand, speaking deliberately,
"In short, our only guideline for all actions taken during this Great Li Sealing and Sacrifice Ceremony is—constant flip-flopping!
"Friend or foe will be clear at the last moment, but by then, we'll likely have returned to the Academy with Meng Zhengjun. Whatever happens to them doesn't really matter."
After listening quietly, Gui Yiwu looked deeply at Zhao Rong.
Most of the people in the room did the same.
Zhao Rong was sprawled in the chair, sitting indecorously, while the unresentful and regretless Fairy Zhao, was focused on tenderly massaging him.
The sight of Zhao Rong, madly in love, being tended to devotedly by his lover often made them sigh, and then itch with envy.
