With a mere thought, the ancient mirror floating above the bed levitated.
A golden radiance flickered past.
The thin membrane covering the inside of the tent dispersed instantly.
"Enter!"
A slender figure lifted the tent flap and walked in.
"Is there an issue?"
Liang Hui placed the hovering ancient mirror into his bosom, looking at the woman in white who had just entered.
"News from Chu Nation has arrived; the negotiations continue. We must depart now."
Qing Yi gazed with a complex look at the figure sitting cross-legged on the bed.
"So soon," Liang Hui frowned slightly.
"The events that transpired here were significant. The remaining soldiers must have used a special method of communication to inform Chu Nation immediately."
After a moment of hesitation, Qing Yi still asked in a low voice,
"Are you still planning to go with us?"
"If I say I won't go, Goddess, would you still capture me and take me there?"
The youth stood up, his eyes deep.
"I...."
