Boom!
Purple lightning fell from the sky along with the thunder.
Snow covered the ground. Xia Ji stopped writing and shouted, ""Miaomiao."
There was no response. In the kitchen far away, there were banging sounds. Someone was cooking.
Lu Chan was not in a hurry. She smiled and sat opposite Xia Ji.
Neither of them had the habit of interrupting others, so they began to wait tacitly.
"Su Yu knew I was here, so she asked me to ask if you could return the Imperial Token to the Wu family. If you do, you will be rewarded handsomely," Lu Chan suddenly said.
Xia Ji didn't answer. He grabbed the teacup and poured a cup of hot tea, slowly pushing it to the Daoist nun.
Lu Chan smiled and did not ask any more questions. She held the teacup with both hands and took a sip of the hot tea. The fragrance lingered on her lips and teeth.
