Translator: Aran

  Lin Qingyi after seeing his Shishu Ye away, returned to the main room.

  Dugu Quan was still completely frozen, sitting silently next to the table. His eyes were fixated on the surface of the table, as if he had been possessed, not moving the slightest. His eyes did not even blink, like he was a silent sculpture.

  Lin Qingyi did not dare disturb his master.

  He curiously looked at the table.

  On the smooth mahogany table, there was nothing at ..