With the crisp sound of a clap, a tall and voluptuous figure dressed in a pitch-black gown walked in from the side door.
"Leader, I heard Luo Fei is back?"
Her steps were slow, her thick brows and eyes lightly raised as she glanced around the main hall, finally settling on Romande's face, "Where is he?"
The familiar tone sounded as if she had a deep relationship with Luo Fei.
"There," Romande leaned back in his chair, his hand resting on the stone table, pointing across from him, "Injured. Thinking you haven't seen each other for a while, it might be just right to catch up during the treatment."
A teasing flash crossed his eyes, his gaze moving slowly from the Little Winged Dragon's head upward, fully capturing Wen Shu's impassive expression.
That calm?
"Take him down, Awen, don't let him die."
Romande urged in a low voice.
Upon hearing, the female named Awen looked at Wen Shu.
