After exhausting the inner energy and replenishing it with medicinal pills, Lin Yuan once again pushed open the door and boarded a carriage towards the Central Hall.
At Qi Yu's residence.
Qi Yu was standing in the garden, gazing at the rising sun in the sky that illuminated her fair face.
The warm sunlight shone upon her, as if she was covered with a layer of golden light, coupled with the mist of the early morning, making her appear like a celestial being, ethereal and untouched by dust.
But the sound of footsteps broke the tranquility.
The True Spirit attendant watched this scene and sneered coldly: "Miss Qi Yu, Lord Cai will return tomorrow."
"Please make preparations and serve the Lord well!"
Qi Yu, who was immersed in the morning scenery, suddenly turned pale.
"I."
Qi Yu felt a choking sensation in her throat, the pain in her heart rendering her speechless.
"What is destined to come, will come eventually, Qi Yu, accept your fate!"
After some time, Qi Yu sighed softly.
