Wan Xuerou thought about it and found it reasonable, but she still felt deeply wronged.
「Elsewhere.」
「Blood Red Palace.」
Inside the Blood Red Palace, Li Jianqiu placed the Yellow Earth Holy Sword on her knees, her eyes gazing distantly at the empty teahouse before her. Xuan Guangqiao, where exactly are you, and what are your intentions? Who in all the world was worthy to join me, Li Jianqiu, in warming wine with green plums? Only the Heavenly Messenger, Xuan Guangqiao!
Although her gaze was fixed on the teahouse ahead, Li Jianqiu's thoughts had already drifted to the Dragon God Sacred Land, to where Xuan Guangqiao was.
Gradually, the water began to boil, but Li Jianqiu remained motionless.
She still couldn't understand why Xuan Guangqiao wouldn't show himself. Even if he wouldn't personally go to war, the least he could do was show himself and make his stance clear.
Nevertheless, Xuan Guangqiao remained as still as a turtle hiding in its shell.
