"They won't mention you anymore," the Hidden Law Master turned around, "Would you like to go to the museum or look for the so-called Crown Prince?"
Jian stood there, eyes vacant. She said nothing until the Hidden Law Master impatiently tapped her on the shoulder.
"Either is fine," Jian muttered, "It doesn't matter."
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Doves flapped their wings, flying from the rooftops to the square in front of the church. An elderly man on a bench scattered some grains, drawing the birds closer to peck. Tourists from exotic lands jostled for the best selfie spots, with the blue dome of St. George Cathedral in the background. A troop of knights in white armor walked through the center of the square, the clear sky as azure as the roof of the cathedral, a scene of peace and leisure.
Gongsun Ce walked shoulder to shoulder with Alandia in the streets of the Blue Church District, feeling as though they had stepped into a painting.
