"These old foxes have been underestimated."
She turned around, her purple dress painting a graceful arc in the air.
"I'll find a way to handle this, you just focus on your task."
"Yes!"
Nangong Xinglan cupped his hands in obedience and was about to leave, but suddenly noticed Miao Muqing's figure swaying as she leaned against the window sash.
"Holy Daughter?"
Nangong Xinglan exclaimed in surprise.
Miao Muqing waved her hand, but her face turned as pale as paper in an instant.
"No problem, you first..."
Before she could finish speaking, her eyes closed, and she collapsed softly.
Nangong Xinglan swiftly stepped forward to support her, only to see Miao Muqing's eyelashes flutter lightly as she reopened her eyes.
Yet the brilliance in those eyes was completely different... Eyes that were once sharp like a blade now appeared clear as water, with an innocent and naive air.
"Miss Mu Xue?"
Nangong Xinglan asked tentatively.
"Sister Xinglan!"
