In the room, the three people of Yi Tian Mo’s group were sitting in three different directions surrounding Shi Yan. Ye ZhangFeng was in the middle, and the other people were beside him, remaining alerted with somber faces.
Cao Zhi Lan and Xia XinYan stopped opposing each other; instead, they both raised their heads up looking toward the sky and were carefully watching around.
Only Lin Ya Qi was leisurely. She took out a purple headscarf on which the image of clouds was embroidered. The clouds seemed to have several kinds of plants embroidered inside it as well. Putting the headscarf on, Lin Ya Qi was even more comfortable, deliberately looking east to west.
As soon as she put on the headscarf, the clouds on it started moving slowly, and the plants inside the clouds began to grow miraculously and quickly spread out the entire headscarf in a blink.
