Yingruo slowly ascended Zhaixing Pavilion, walked all the way to the top floor, and stood where Jiutu and Shen Xiheng had just been.
The twilight lent a touch of softness to her exquisitely unparalleled face, yet it failed to dispel the chill in her eyes.
Qi Yu hid in the shadows, widened her eyes, and stared at that face for a good while before frowning and muttering softly, "Could it really be that I've run into a ghost?"
She thought her voice was very faint, but just as her words ended, Yingruo suddenly called out coldly, "Who's there?"
Realizing that her piercing gaze was sweeping in her direction, Qi Yu quickly hid herself and Li Mingjue into the space, took a deep breath, and said with some lingering fear, "How can this person have such sharp ears?"
Li Mingjue shook his head with amusement, raised an eyebrow, and said, "Would anyone who can become a Saintess be simple?"
"Saintess?" Qi Yu frowned, "You mean that person who looks exactly like Ning Yue is the Saintess?"
