Ying Ji noticed he had stopped walking, furrowing her brows slightly as she lowered her head, only to discover that the chicken feather duster she had hidden was carelessly exposed.
Shrugging off the need to conceal it any longer, adopting a reckless, "come what may" attitude, she raised her brows and said, "I'm getting old and my eyesight is failing; you're standing so far away that I can't see clearly. It's better if you come a bit closer."
Baili An remained still, the two fingers behind his back twining faster and faster around each other.
Seeing his stubborn refusal to move, Ying Ji said nothing more, just quietly watched him, her eyes as dark as the night sky brimming with silent resentment.
The atmosphere instantly turned subtly tense; atop the mountain city, many citizens of the Central Netherworld dared not even breathe too loudly.
After a long standoff, Baili An finally gave in, "Well, it's getting late, so I should just..."
