His mumbling received no reply.
It only served to convince him further that this was all a dream.
Guan Jing's tendency to spout nonsense grew even more pronounced.
"Right, right, that's it. This must be a dream."
With that, Guan Jing gave a satisfied smile at his own deduction.
Fei Han, standing to the side, glanced at Guan Jing before quickly looking away.
'He didn't know if his master had gone crazy, but Guan Jing definitely had.'
The next day at noon, Su Qing did as he was told and brought Yu Li up to the Holy Land.
Su Ye sat in a rocking chair in her room, bored out of her mind.
'This time, it should work.'
Just as she was pondering this,
The partially closed door was pushed open with a CREAK.
Guan Jing was dressed as a scholar, looking refined and scholarly. He held a folding fan, which he flapped back and forth with a WHOOSH.
Seeing Su Ye's bored expression, he spoke up.
