If she were free, Beisitian might interact with these people, but the problem is she's very busy with her own affairs, and has no time to spare for such things.
This is why the external world finds Qingyu so mysterious and unresponsive, the seeming mystery is simply because I don't have the time...
Seeing that the time is about right, it's a little past eight in the morning. The sun isn't too harsh yet, and there are six large fans around the courtyard blowing mist, making the center cool even though it's quite far.
If this group of people were not up to something, Beisitian would have praised their preparations.
The Mystic Doctors around seemed quite pleased with the environment, smiling obliviously, unaware of what lay ahead.
Yet, there were some who were very calm, extremely calm.
At a table to Beisitian's right front sat a young man, around twenty-four or twenty-five, accompanied by men and women all in their mid-thirties.
