Little Yan Jiangxue pouted and grumpily pulled her finger from her mouth, clearly unhappy.
Meanwhile, outside.
The crowd of people waiting for a visit were all a bit disappointed.
At the head of the group, Chu Shuangtian, the master of the Soaring Snake Martial Arts Hall, clicked his tongue in disappointment but didn't dare say more. He bowed respectfully, left his name, and prepared to depart.
As they were leaving, the group saw another figure approaching through the heavy snow. The form was indistinct, as if shrouded in mist.
Ji Bochang called out casually,
"Director Ao isn't seeing any more visitors. You should turn back."
The newcomer paused. He turned his head, his gaze piercing through the chaotic mist to land on Director Ji, then on Chu Shuangtian, who stood a short distance away. With a wistful look, he smiled.
"Thank you for the warning."
