When Dorian Yun returned to the courtyard, Gesanwu was not in the inner room. There was only the cicada slave wagging its tail and looking at her among the bedding.
Thinking of what he had just heard in Amansu's dark room, Dorian Yun frowned, and an ominous premonition arose in his heart.
Hu Yanzhuo will not come out until tomorrow. Could it be that the Holy Envoys have already taken action before dawn?
...wrong.
Turning his eyes to the calm and composed Chan Nu, Dorian Yun's thoughts gradually calmed down. If someone else had been here, Chan Nu would not have looked like this.
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