Fan Wubing said indifferently, "It's average."
Jiang Sha smiled slightly without saying more, and quietly began to eat. Her eating manner was impeccable, so well-mannered that it was impossible to find any fault, almost making no chewing sound, yet her expression remained constant, bland and tasteless. This made Fan Wubing quite suspicious, wondering if the pastries he made were just ordinary to these big figures?
"Alright, we've eaten. Now, it's time to talk about where to go next."
"Come here."
Fan Wubing walked over.
"Bend down and lower your head."
Fan Wubing did as told.
Jiang Sha raised her left hand, gently tapping his forehead with her index finger. Then, a place appeared in his mind—a standalone palace with projecting eaves, looking as if it existed in a fissure of space, surrounded by formless void.
He was about to ask where this was, but saw Jiang Sha smile, "Someone's coming in."
Fan Wubing quickly concealed their forms and auras, hiding them from sight.
