The hall was deathly silent.
Under Song Lingxue's watchful eyes, Miao Luan felt as if she were sitting on pins and needles, but what worried her more was the concern for her master.
Chu Zheng had previously stated he would not harm her life, and it seemed unlikely he would go back on his word.
For this reason, she hoped even more that her master would not come, even if it meant that she was not very important in her master's heart.
After a while, Song Lingxue, who was not far away, slowly rose to her feet, her expression calm as she turned and left.
The person in front of her was still useful to Chu Zheng; she wouldn't waste time probing any possible ties between Chu Zheng and Miao Luan, opting instead to spend more time training.
As long as her own strength was strong enough, she could block all potential troubles, and even if there were some annoying suitors, she could squash them with a lift of her hand.
