"Follow me." Zhang Rongfang glanced at her.
Zhang Zhenhai was still in her usual attire: a ponytail, mask, tight-fitting outfit, covered with a simple cloak for concealment.
The cloak was still marked with the symbols of Great Dao Teaching.
Zhang Rongfang headed to the study first, pushed the door open, and lit the lamp.
The room was instantly filled with a faint scent of whale oil burning.
This deep-sea whale oil was a gift from Isebas, about the size of a palm, enough for over a month with careful use.
Zhang Zhenhai looked at the open door, inside, it was empty, between the rows of bookshelves, only Daoist Zhang Ying stood there alone.
She was a little hesitant.
Although she often spent time alone with He Daozi, it was the first time during such a solitary night...
"Come." Zhang Rongfang turned back and gently beckoned to her.
"Yes. This subordinate was impolite." Zhang Zhenhai bowed her head solemnly and stepped into the room.
