"Young miss, what do you think?" Elder Chen said, his fingers gently caressing his long, white beard. His wrinkled face showed signs of confusion mixed with a hint of curiosity.
Mi Ling leaned back in her ornate chair, her bored expression never faltering. "I have already anticipated this, Elder Chen," she said dismissively, her voice dripping with nonchalance. "Of course, we will accept their invitation."
Just a short while ago, a jade slip had been delivered to the palace door by one of the expert members of the Devil Court. It was a gesture that demanded attention, and though Elder Chen was admittedly confused, he knew better than to ignore it. So, he had brought the jade slip to Mi Ling, seeking her guidance.
