Miaoyin Zhenren was extremely shocked, looking at Zhao Yi as if he were a pervert.
Xu Yue'Er's pretty face flushed red.
She had never been humiliated like this, and tears were welling up in her eyes.
Worried she might burst into tears, Zhao Yi quickly chased her away.
Miaoyin Zhenren snorted from the side, "Men are truly cold and heartless, putting on their pants and pretending nothing happened!"
Zhao Yi didn't bother with her and asked directly, "So, did you see anything just now?"
Seeing him get serious, Miaoyin Zhenren's expression turned solemn.
She asked, "Are you sure you stayed in the Mystical Gate for at least ten breaths?"
"I'm sure!" Zhao Yi nodded affirmatively.
Then he paused and asked in confusion, "What's wrong? Is there a problem?"
Miaoyin Zhenren nodded, "You were only absent-minded for a moment, definitely not as long as ten breaths. If I hadn't been watching you closely, I wouldn't have even noticed you were lost in thought."
