"Zhixing... Senior Yimiao..."
"Hmm, Sister Qingyue, please step out for a moment. I have matters to discuss with Senior Yimiao and Senior Celestial Saint." At this moment, Chen Zhixing appeared with a calm demeanor, his white robe fluttering silently.
"Ah?" Mo Qingyue seemed a bit clueless, her eyes darting as her brain quickly processed whether there was something happening she was unaware of.
Just then, the Celestial Saint suddenly spoke: "Qingyue, you should leave first."
"Ah..."
Mo Qingyue hadn't yet grasped what was going on, but at that moment, Little Chen Zhixing, who had been hiding behind her all along, tugged at her sleeve and gave her a look.
Mo Qingyue paused in surprise.
'What does this mean?'
Soon, as if she understood something, she let herself be led out by Little Chen Zhixing.
Hmm.
She realized that Little Chen Zhixing shared the thoughts of Chen Zhixing, and if something couldn't be discussed in front of her, she could still ask Little Chen Zhixing.
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