Qian Qi pursed her lips and remained silent. She pressed herself tightly against the stem of the lotus behind her, intently observing the movements of the Venomous Young Python not far away.
Nangong Yan knelt on one knee in front of her, arms braced against the lotus stem, shielding her body in a protective posture. His peach blossom eyes, now free from the aggressive glint of the golden spectacles, seemed to peer through her helmet's visor, searching for the bright and sharp eyes inside, conveying a fearlessness towards everything.
At a certain moment, he suddenly leaned down, and whispered lightly beside her ear, "Who is Chen Tong?"
Qian Qi's small frame froze, and alarms blared in her mind. She glanced at Nangong Yan without a word, hearing him speak in an incredibly light and certain tone, "Your enemy?"
"What are you talking about?" Qian Qi said coldly, "Have you figured out what to do yet?"
