"I was just saying that Ziyu isn't one to plow his fields without restraint..." Gu Yiwu muttered, while at the same time turning his head to sweep a glance at the somewhat sheepish-looking Justice Hall students. He then gave Zhao Rong a straightforward smile. "Ziyu, don't mind them, they're always meddling in trivial matters. Let's go, off we set, oh right, where are the two Fairy Su and Fairy Luo?"
Zhao Rong nodded lightly with a nonchalant air, not saying much. "Oh, they are behind."
In fact, he and Qian'er had come down so late because they had been waiting for Su Qingdai.
Gu Yiwu and the other students nodded their heads and turned to get ready to leave; however, the next second, they caught a glimpse of a graceful figure appearing at the staircase, which made them all pause.
They turned their heads and looked intently.
In their field of vision, a familiar yet strange figure in a black dress, a beauty so extraordinary, was slowly descending the stairs.
