The residence, within the main courtyard.
Xiao Yi brewed a pot of hot tea, sipping a few mouthfuls, sitting quietly.
The handsome, fair visage appeared somewhat solemn.
The delicate brows occasionally locked tightly, forming a "川" character.
Holding the hot tea in hand, bringing it close to the lips, sipping a bit, then suddenly freezing.
With a clang.
The door was opened, breaking the silence inside.
Qing Lin, Ran Qi, and Xia Yiming pushed the door open and entered.
"Palace Master."
"Junior Brother Xiao Yi."
"Xiao Yi."
Xiao Yi put down the teacup, glanced at the three with a peculiar expression, and said, "What are you three mysterious ones talking about?"
"Hehe, nothing." Qing Lin waved his hand.
"Not right." Xiao Yi smiled, "With such strange expressions, something's off."
"Do you think you can hide it from me?"
"Let me guess."
Xiao Yi touched his chin, "Yiming's expression is a bit hesitant."
