As she spoke, the woman's delicate hand hidden inside her right sleeve tightened into a fist.
Her eyes were slightly squinted, hinting at some unknown thoughts.
But the anxiety in the woman's expression was nonetheless keenly detected by the woman beside her, the one with apricot blossoms and willows embroidered on her skirt.
Her apricot eyes filled with a hint of distress.
Her left hand lightly stroked the ancient zither on the table, its strings resonating with a melody that filled the room with shadows of blooming apricot blossoms.
The gentle melody seemed to possess a potent soothing effect.
"Sister, if Qixing really is him and he does not wish to see you, forcing him would only hurt yourself."
"If Qixing is not him, and you happen to do something to Jianmu, we will offend a Senior Creation Zenith Master."
"It's absolutely not worth it!"