The wind roared past the hull of the Bai Clan's flying ship, clouds splitting like torn silk as it cut through the sky.
Bai Xueqing stood near the railing, sleeves fluttering sharply in the rushing air.
She was still mildly irritated.
Not furious anymore.
But not pleased either.
She had hurried. Actually hurried. Packed quickly, skipped a proper farewell with Master Qinglan—
All because she didn't want to keep Bai Zihan waiting.
Only to arrive and find that he hadn't arrived.
One minute.
Five.
Ten.
By the fifteenth minute she was convinced he was doing it deliberately.
And when he finally arrived—calm as always—she had unleashed her complaints without restraint.
"Where have you been? Do you know how long I was waiting?"
Only after hearing about Lin Xuan's fight against Yuan Jie did her anger gradually dissolve.
More so when he talked about Yuan Jie kowtowing several times.
