Time passed slowly; an hour slipped by as Zhong Hui finally stood up, ready to return to his residence as he had mentioned. When Yan Xiaobao returned, not one of the girls had awakened. Yan Xiaobao himself was completely immersed in his cultivation, oblivious to Zhong Hui's departure. As Zhong Hui stood at the doorway, he nodded slightly and cast a final glance at the white-haired boy. He smiled faintly at Deng Wu and Xu Biao before stepping out.
Xu Biao and Deng Wu were not slow to notice the shift in Zhong Hui's behavior upon Hui Hui's arrival to the room. Yet, neither of them understood why his demeanor had changed. Their puzzlement led them to surmise that Zhong Hui might be captivated by her unusual appearance or curious whether her veins carried the mystical blood of a rare beast.
