"It's time to consider your opinion," Bai Wei'an appeared thoughtful.
"So, what have you decided?"
"Could it be a bit..." Bai Youyou said. "Too hasty?"
"Is it? But those around you, even that Young Master of Chichu Heaven, have already taken on their own responsibilities," Bai Wei'an said.
"Let's open this letter first, it's not too late to decide later," Bai Wei'an said.
Bai Youyou reluctantly took the letter.
Staring at the seal on the letter, countless images flashed through her mind—the half-open door, the high-ranking council members, those red, emotionless eyes.
Bai Youyou was momentarily absent-minded, the flickering fire in the study suddenly extinguished, darkness spread all around, countless writhing hands whispered as they approached her.
As if guided by a ghostly force, Bai Youyou pinched the seal with her fingertips, gently tearing it away. The half-open letter exuded a piercing coldness, freezing the blood in her veins.
"Open it."
