He sensed it the moment that mortal woman came within a hundred meters of Xuanyuan Gulun.
It was as if an unseen hand had reached out on her behalf and plucked at his heartstrings. And yet, he could also guess the reason for her frantic rush, and suddenly, he didn't want to see her.
He said nothing, so Yan Huo and Xuan Liu exchanged a look.
Yan Huo shuffled his short legs over to the side of the floor-to-ceiling window, peered out, and said, "Hey, it's raining outside. Coming down pretty hard, too. This should count as a moderate downpour, right? Tsk, tsk, a chilly autumn rain and a cold autumn wind."
"She'll be soaked to the bone if she stands there much longer," Xuan Liu added, twisting the knife.
The jab hit its mark. Bei Mingyuan slammed a hand on the table in frustration. "Get her in here."
"Yes, sir!" Yan Huo clicked his little heels together and, with a WHOOSH, vanished.
