Luo Shuqing surreptitiously glanced around, confirming the positions of the Tingtiao Pavilion disciples.
Last time on Black Island, her movements had been too obvious. This time, it seemed she had learned her lesson. She leaned close to Fang Shuwen's ear and whispered:
"There... there are!
"Look at those Tingtiao Pavilion disciples! Every one of them is fierce... like a terrifying Evil God!
"When they saw us disembark, they... they shouted so loudly!
"It's... it's obvious they're trying... trying to intimidate us!!"
Fang Shuwen turned his head to look at Luo Shuqing.
He didn't see her face, but rather the slightly ugly mask and the pair of large eyes peering out from its eyeholes.
Their eyes met. Perhaps because the distance was a little too close, Luo Shuqing subconsciously shuffled back a bit.
Fang Shuwen, however, just smiled.
"Alright, I'll be careful."
Luo Shuqing nodded, flustered.
Zuo Xuan and Zuo Hong exchanged a glance. 'This conversation is a bit ridiculous...'
