"Junior Sister!" Sect Master Qinyun cried out in anguish, her eyes already misting with tears. It took a long moment before she slowly lifted her head, her face full of sorrow.
Meanwhile, under the same night sky, a sneaky figure began to stealthily make their way into the fragrant garden.
With a creak, the door opened.
Yi Chen looked at the lively figure standing outside the door, Zhen Ruan, and couldn't help but be slightly startled.
Zhen Ruan was clearly dolled up for the night, exceptionally beautiful.
"Zhen Daoist, what brings you to me in the middle of the night?"
Zhen Ruan raised the two wine flasks in her hand.
"Zhang San, open the door. I have something to tell you."
"Wait a moment, let's go to the courtyard." After a silence, Yi Chen then stepped out of the room.
Under the moonlight, they began to drink, and dish after dish was taken out from the storage ring and placed on the stone table.