After gossiping for a while, Jiang Yunmei once again looked up at the high-hanging Divine in the sky, her emotions no longer tense.
But their predicament remained unchanged.
"Assuming that 'God' hasn't noticed our existence yet, can we now head straight back to the city to find Master?"
Song Yutang suggested.
"We can give it a try."
Jiang Yunmei's gaze fell into the lake, watching the old man's every move.
"Additionally, I think this is a good opportunity to gather intelligence. But without being able to contact Mr. Cen, we'll need to take some risks."
*
"Brother, I like you... I love you."
The girl pressed her delicate face tightly against Cen Dongsheng's chest, rubbing it like a kitten. She took several deep breaths as if savoring the scent of the man.
But in the next moment, she lowered her hands and released her embrace.
"...Qingyan?"
Cen Dongsheng had already made up his mind. Surprisingly, his little sister did nothing.
"Go ahead, Brother."
