Lan Yuqing, taking advantage of Lin Wenruo's absence, looked toward Lin Qingxuan who stood among the crowd opposite her.
After a brief wait, the man, unnoticed by those around him, turned his head to look at her, their eyes met for a second, he nodded slightly, then shifted his gaze away.
Lan Yuqing's lips curled into a smile as she looked up at the Purple Sandalwood Incense Burner placed on the table at the center of the stage, which was currently unattended but from which a few wisps of twisting, ethereal blue smoke were slowly emanating.
The incense was meant to calm the minds of those who would speak on stage, yet within the incense, which was equivalent in value to a Middle Grade Spirit Stone, she had mixed something else.
