Since Yu Yan is in this room, it means that everything has nothing to do with A Ning.
Lou Qinghan's expression relaxed, and his words sounded like casual conversation rather than an interrogation.
Feng Su sat next to Yu Yan, opposite Lou Qinghan.
He took in the other person's expression, frowned slightly, and gripped his sleeves tightly with both hands.
As if suddenly remembering something, Feng Su's eyes lit up, and his whole demeanor softened.
Lou Qinghan couldn't help but glance at him sideways.
He sensed Yu Yan's hostility the moment she entered the room.
Even though he tried his best to hide it.
Feng Su recalled the pile of communication stones in front of his master when he arrived at Yan Hui Palace.
This person is now actually asking if his master has seen his message?
Oh.
Feng Su could no longer suppress the smile on his lips.
"I just came out of seclusion, I haven't had time yet," Yu Yan replied calmly. Then she asked, "What do you want?"
Lou Qinghan stopped dwelling on the previous question.
The process is not important to him; what matters is the time and the result.
Now that Yu Yan is sitting right across from him, he doesn't need to waste time pursuing anything else.
Lou Qinghan glanced at Feng Su quietly, the meaning of which was self-evident.
Yu Yan tapped the table, her fair fingertips landing on the reddish-brown wooden table, making crisp sounds with each tap.
“Feng Su is my disciple, there’s nothing I can’t listen to.”
“But I mind,” Lou Qinghan said immediately.
In an instant
The entire private room fell silent; the air was excessively quiet, even carrying a hint of oppression.
Yu Yan withdrew her hand and hooked it onto her sleeve, her fingers tracing the pattern on the cuff.
The woman lowered her eyes, making it impossible to read her expression.
On the other side, Feng Su and Lou Qinghan were staring at each other.
Provocation, mockery
The boy captured these two pieces of information in the other person's eyes.
His face immediately turned cold.
The provocation was feigned; the mockery was genuine.
Lou Qinghan just wanted to know why this young man had a problem with him.
They had never met before.
Unable to come up with an answer, he felt frustrated.
If you're feeling unhappy, you'll naturally want to tease him.
Seeing that the other party had finally stopped holding back and changed his expression towards him, Lou Qinghan's frustration dissipated.
Tch, just a kid.
"In that case, why don't we talk about it another day?"
Yu Yan raised her eyes and smiled.
She understood Lou Qinghan quite well.
If there's a real emergency, he won't just keep sending messages over and over again.
It's possible that it might bother my senior brother.
Why would someone leisurely chat with her like this?
Lou Qinghan's expression stiffened. He saw the young man give him the same mocking look after Yu Yan finished speaking.
He gritted his teeth, "No need!"
...
Yu Yan held the black pill in her hand.
"What is this?" She had never seen it before.
"Please help me crack this, and you can name your terms."
Lou Qinghan gave an irrelevant answer.
Yu Yan wasn't one to pry into other people's privacy, so she nodded and didn't ask any more questions.
She took off a small piece and returned the pill.
Feng Su remained silent throughout, watching the pill roll around on his master's fingertip before being returned to him.
Please, Master, decipher this?
Isn't Master a sword cultivator?
After Lou Qinghan left, Yu Yan and Feng Su stayed in the room for a while longer.
"He is the Demon Lord, Lou Qinghan."
Just as Feng Su was pondering a question, he suddenly heard Yu Yan's words.
The boy suddenly looked up, "Demon Lord?"
Yu Yan smiled and nodded.
Feng Su's hands, which had been casually resting on his knees, curled slightly. He lowered his voice and asked the question that had been nagging at him until now.
"What is the relationship between Master and the Demon Lord?"
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