Delivering letters on a Dragon King?
"Three days later...
What should I wear?"
"Do I need to put on some makeup? Maybe style my hair differently?"
"Blush... should I add a little blush?"
"And my demeanor that day... should I be less cold and distant than usual?"
Inside the Sky Sanctuary, no one could have guessed that Sylvia, usually so composed, was now pacing back and forth, clearly anxious. Her hurried steps and the faint blush on her cheeks were enough to show that she was deep in thought, trying her best to figure things out.
The gathering in three days was an important event.
But it wasn't because she'd be facing countless practitioners from sects all over the world.
Sylvia had stood before the world's sects countless times before, and her cold, indifferent expression had never wavered. No matter how many sects were present, they had never made her feel the slightest bit flustered.
But this time, things were different.