She, a mere servant girl, didn't know much.
A good friend, one of the strongest in the outer sect...
Wen Zhixing slightly furrowed his brows.
If it was a gathering of good friends, then why was he being summoned?
Wen Zhixing faintly sensed that something was amiss.
But in his current situation, he lacked the capital to refuse. On another's territory, he could only take things one step at a time.
Seeing that Wen Zhixing had stopped speaking, Lianxin continued to lead the way.
「...」
At this moment, Murong Fenghua was sitting opposite the Qinglian Fairy in a pavilion within a courtyard. On the table between them, a spread of wine cups lay.
The Qinglian Fairy's face was full of mirth as she held up her cherished good wine, endlessly clinking cups and drinking heartily.
Today, her attire was not as casual as before. She had clearly taken great care with her appearance.
