Zhong Qingshu's voice was highly recognizable. Especially when she sounded lazy, the charm of a southern lady was even more pronounced.
As Su Mo approached, she gradually straightened up from the low shrub she was leaning against and teased him.
"Stop, stop, I'm not falling for that! Have the ruins you mentioned shown any signs of appearing?"
Once the topic shifted to business, Zhong Qingshu immediately stepped away from the shrubbery. She beckoned Su Mo to walk a few steps deeper into the bushes, moving away from the noisy crowd.
They stopped only when they reached the inner edge.
"It's hard to say. The pattern of the ruins' appearances is far too unstable. So far, no one has gathered any information about their emergence or disappearance. I don't think people are deliberately keeping it a secret; it's more likely that no one actually has the conditions to observe and study them.
"Of course, we can't rule out the possibility that someone knows but is keeping it hidden."
