Gu Jianlin took a shower and changed into clean clothes to maintain his composure before coming out of the room.
His Qilin Wedge contained many spare clothes. The suit looked too much like an assassin or a butler, so the simple, clean shirt and fitted pants suited him better, like an average high school student.
"Jiuyin, what's going on? Stop pretending to be dead."
He said coldly, "What's with this woman?"
Jiuyin trembled slightly in the sword scabbard and transmitted a mental thought: "How would I know? I'm puzzled too. Who exactly is this woman? How can she be so similar to the Lord? Sometimes I even think she is the Lord! But it's strange, because if she were the Lord, her behavior and logic wouldn't make sense."
