Xiao Ruoching clenched her fists tightly, gazing at South City from the window lattice, her eyes like starlight on a vast lake, flickering in and out of sight.
A moment later, she tapped on the wall and spoke to the adjacent room, "Junior Sister, we've arrived at South City."
Mo Li opened her eyes and slid her longsword into its scabbard. She hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Are you... ready?"
The door to the confinement chamber opened.
The two women walked out at the same time. They glanced at Eighth Uncle, who was waving at them from not far away, and then exchanged a look.
Over the past few days, the two had talked a great deal. It wasn't just about Su Bei, but also about their plans for the future.
"Will the turmoil in the South Country still happen?" Xiao Ruoching bit her lower lip, her gaze seeking Mo Li's opinion.
Mo Li shook her head.
