In the small courtyard.
Luo Xiu sat on the long bench, crossing his legs, sipping tea while admiring the beautiful fairy.
At this moment, Shui Yuejing was fiddling with that mirror.
It seemed that the mirror was some kind of magical treasure she used to contact Shen Yao.
When the treasure light of the mirror shone brightly, Shui Yuejing threw it into the air, transforming it into a light curtain.
After a while.
Shen Yao's stunning face quietly appeared in the light curtain.
Upon seeing Shui Yuejing's disheveled clothes and torn stockings, Shen Yao suddenly frowned.
Even through the light curtain, Luo Xiu could feel the piercing killing intent.
"Yuejing, what on earth happened over there? Where are you now?"
Shui Yuejing looked distressed, lowering her head, not knowing how to speak.
Had Luo Xiu not forced her, she wouldn't face Shen Yao even if she were beaten to death.
