Zhi Yan's footsteps echoed faintly as she climbed up to the seventh floor with her mind still weighed down with the unease she couldn't shake off.
When she reached the familiar corridor, her steps faltered. Standing like a sentinel outside Lin Fang's door was Nebula—the tall, broad-shouldered cow demon with her arms crossed and gaze steady, just like a hired guard.
Zhi Yan blinked in surprise. "Why are you here?"
Nebula shifted ever so slightly, caught off guard by the sudden question. "I was ordered," she answered in her calm, deep voice.
"Ordered? By who?" Zhi Yan pressed, suspicion flashing in her eyes.
"Master."
Her brows knit together, and she tilted her head. "So… are you saying Lin Fang is inside?"
Nebula's gaze darted left and right like she was trying to avoid the question. "No."
Zhi Yan narrowed her eyes, not convinced one bit. At the same time, a sudden thought emerged in her head, raising her heartbeat considerably. "It's not Lin Fang she hooked up with, right?"
