Zuoqiu Feng was lounging languidly on a lounge chair, taking small, occasional sips of Spirit Wine from the glass in her hand. Chi Yu was nestled in her arms, and every so often, silvery laughter would bubble up from the pair.
Meanwhile, Guo Chuanzhi sat bolt upright to the side, his expression as grim as still water.
"Junior Martial Uncle Zuoqiu."
Yang Jing stepped forward and bowed, then glanced at Guo Chuanzhi. 'Why is this woman still at the Northern Army Governor's Mansion?'
Guo Chuanzhi could only say helplessly,
"After the Sect Elders learned that you defeated Zuoqiu Ye and were promoted to a True Disciple but were unwilling to return to the Sect, they ordered Junior Martial Uncle Zuoqiu to protect you until your term of office ends and you return to the Sect."
