Cooking this meal took several hours, and Gu Jin was hungry too.
She picked up the chopsticks at hand and started eating together with An Mingji.
After lunch, the two of them moved to the living room.
Sitting on the comfortable soft couch, Gu Jin relaxed her body, lounging against the cushion behind her in an easy posture.
Her gaze fell on An Mingji sitting beside her: "Tomorrow is the Cultivators' Conference. The Hidden Market sects have already set their sights on Xuanji Sect. Xiao An, are you interested in going?"
An Mingji: "Of course I'm going."
He had cut through all the busy affairs in Italy like slicing through tangled mess, shortening the time and coming back early precisely for this.
A flicker of irritation flashed between Gu Jin's brows: "I'm afraid tomorrow's duels at the Cultivators' Conference are going to draw blood."
"Is A-Jin scared?"
An Mingji touched the Dragon Pattern Ring on his hand, casually turning it.
