"He can do it."
An affirmative voice suddenly came from outside the pavilion.
The four of them turned their heads and saw a beautiful woman with a charming smile. She was wearing a tight-fitting black embroidered dress that showed off her impressive figure.
Her fair and tender feet were in a pair of black high-heeled sandals, which made a crisp clanking sound as she walked on the stone brick Road.
Her jet-black hair was tied into a long braid, swaying left and right behind her thin waist as she walked.
"Why are you only here now? Where's Zijin?"
Zhang Qing asked as he looked at the Demonic Lotus outside.
The latter spread her hands and smiled. "I met Sister Shui on the way. She and Zijin seem to be best friends. The two of them said that they wanted to drink milk tea."
"And she informed me that she won't participate in the discussion. It'll be just us."
