Three Lights Heavenly Dao Cave Mansion, starlight hangs low.
Ning Zhuo sits at the desk, with more than ten Flying Messages laid out before him.
Today, the young man is not wearing the Great Thousand Mechanism Sound Robe, but a loose green robe.
Sun Lingtong sits opposite him.
He leans to one side, with half of his shoulder against the back of the chair, one leg crossed over the other, holding Spiritual Tea in his hand, occasionally blowing on the hot steam.
The childlike face still carries a trace of fatigue, obviously, the previous infiltration into the Sun Raising Yang Locking Cloud Altar took a considerable toll on him.
Ning Zhuo finishes reading the last Flying Message, tapping lightly on the desk with his fingertip.
Thud.
Thud.
The sound is clear in the quiet room.
Sun Lingtong raises his eyes: "What does it say?"
