Hong Yi rarely spoke as they walked through the bamboo forest. She looked rather cold and haughty, as if she was detached from every being in this world. She merely guided Ning Fan to pluck all of the bamboo leaves in the Golden Lightning Heavenly Dwelling.
Naturally, these bamboo leaves would still have to be in her hands for the meantime. It was impossible for her to hand all of them over to Ning Fan right away.
She also noticed that the golden purple mist which Ning Fan conjured earlier was quite unusual. It was not difficult for him to erase the mark of her spirit sense on the bamboo leaves.
As she thought of the golden purple mist, her cold eyes looked a little bewildered. Some thoughts had surfaced within her mind. She hesitated for a while but shook her head in the end as if she was refusing to let that thought sink in.
