The following morning.
The simulated dawn in the Pocket World Blessed Land seeped through the latticed windows, carrying the fresh scent of vegetation to awaken the slumbering courtyard.
Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei tidied up and pushed open the courtyard door, just in time to encounter Wei Banmeng, Chu Kuanglan, and Lu Jiuyuan, who were also preparing to head to the top floor.
"Morning."
Wei Banmeng's cool voice sounded, her gaze lingering briefly on Fang Qingyu.
With a hint of barely perceptible apology and inquiry.
"Did my master... come looking for you last night?"
Fang Qingyu nodded calmly: "Yes, I met him."
Wei Banmeng gently exhaled, seemingly relieved of some burden, yet her tone still carried a trace of resignation: "Sorry. My master was a bit impatient. Mainly regarding the matter of these 'Profound Qilin'..."
