The Judgement

Xue Ling finished feeding the first bowl of porridge. As she continued on to the second bowl, Xiao Qi entered the room. She smelled nice.

Chu Li smiled at Xiao Qi, and greeted, "Lady Xiao."

Xiao Qi looked at him coldly. "Such nonsense!"

Chu Li shook his head as he lamented, "I didn't know that the Tempest Temple had this kind of study up their sleeves. I'm quite impressed!"

Xiao Qi scoffed. "If The Tempest Temple was that easy to defeat, The Imperial Court would have destroyed them already. You thought that you'd be safe from them with just good Light-body Technique?"

She sat at the front of the couch. Xue Ling hurriedly made space for her to sit.

Xiao Qi rested her delicate fingers on Chu Li's wrist. She felt a vigorous flow of vitality. She withdrew her fingers and said lightly, "Young (Su) Ru, Xue Ling, please leave the room. I've something private to speak to Chu Li about."