Nan Jing finally sheathed her silver sword and lay quietly beside Wu Gang, seemingly enjoying the feeling of being near him.
At this moment, Nan Jing felt an unexplained jealousy towards Zeng Yu, who could openly lie in Wu Gang's arms.
After a long silence, Wu Gang asked, "Didn't you say you had something to talk to me about? Why aren't you speaking?"
"If I ask you, will you answer?" Nan Jing replied directly.
Wu Gang couldn't help but smile, saying, "But you haven't asked yet, how do you know I won't answer? Maybe I'll just tell you directly."
"Alright then, tell me, who exactly is Zeng Yu? Why does she know the Eight-Gate Formation? Why are you so kind to her? Why does she always follow you?"
Nan Jing seemed to be angry with Wu Gang, her questions all related to Zeng Yu.
"Do you really want to know?" Wu Gang, looking at Nan Jing's vague contour beneath her veil, asked.
"If you don't want to say it, then don't. I won't force you," Nan Jing's intent was very clear.
