A figure in a mystic robe python robe stood tall in front, posture upright, the spear tip suspended ahead, poised to strike yet holding back.
Yin Weiyin, with the composure of facing Taishan collapsing without a change in expression.
After not seeing each other for many days, now in confrontation again, Yin Weiyin was no longer as restless as before, with inner turmoil hidden, instead, not retreating nor avoiding, faintly overwhelming her. Not sure if Qin Qingluo felt the effect of a man changing in three days, but Yin Weiyin believed she did.
Qin Qingluo's gaze subtly narrowed, staring at the female crown in front of her, wondering why she felt the crown was different from before.
"Where's Chen Yi?" she asked again.
Yin Weiyin slightly turned his face, slowly saying, "Where can he be? In my Immortal Palace. If you turn this place upside down, maybe you'll find him."
