"I'm fine, Uncle Wei."
Shaking her head, Su Muqing composed herself. Led by a Personal Guard, she walked through the corridor and across the lawn, slowly making her way out of the main hall.
Wei Cangming was curious but didn't dare ask any questions.
Just as the two of them were about to leave the estate's main hall...
RUSTLE.
The soft sound of footsteps echoed as they felt their vision dim slightly.
A group of figures emerged from the fountain corridor. The man in the lead looked to be around thirty. He was tall, nearly two meters, with short golden hair, and wore a silk robe reminiscent of the old-world aristocracy.
His masculine features gave him a powerful, martial air, and he came to a stop directly in front of Su Muqing and her companion.
"I never thought Ji Lixian would actually help you."
The golden-haired Su Tianyang spoke calmly, his voice deep and resonant.
Su Muqing looked up to meet his gaze but said nothing.
"Heh."
