Waiting Anxiously

"Your Highness Wushuang, our Hall Master invites you to join him for tea. Are you interested?" The enchanting woman's eyes were fixed on Jian Wushuang.

How mesmerizing!

Jian Wushuang shook his head inwardly; seduction had no effect in this place!

It was even less effective on him. He lacked even this bit of composure, a kind of wasted effort.

"Please!" Seeing Jian Wushuang stand up, the enchanting woman reached out to lead him.

This time, he certainly wasn't here for tea.

Unable to contact Wu Zuo at the moment, he intended to inquire from the other party and find out what Wu Zuo was up to.

Following the enchanting woman, he arrived at the most central spring.

The water surface there was calm, with wisps of mist lingering, and the contained power was thick.

Jian Wushuang truly wanted to dig three feet into the ground and see what was hidden here, and why it was so special.