As the moon set and the sun rose, three days passed in the blink of an eye.
Since that night, Chen Ye seemed even more "detached from desires." Apart from necessary classes, he locked himself in his room to cultivate, rarely even supervising Jin'er's Foundation Establishment.
And Zhang Chuxi seemed like a completely different person too.
Especially when being punished by Chen Ye, her eyes always showed something peculiar.
"Hey, do you think she got hit dumb?"
Qing Jun leaned against the window, watching Zhang Chuxi being instructed on swordsmanship by Chen Ye in the distance, and whispered.
"I don't know. Why do you ask that? Hasn't Senior Sister Zhang always been like this?"
Zhao Yuanyuan was organizing some scripts and replied without raising her head.
Qing Jun pursed her lips, "It's a girl's intuition! I suspect she's up to some mischief inside!"
"Mischief?"
Zhao Yuanyuan stopped what she was doing and looked where Qing Jun was gazing.
