When Gu Qinghuan pushed open the door to the secret chamber in the back of the Xuan'an Bureau, the morning mist was already creeping into the room along the window lattice.
Her Fish-Scale Saber brushed against the blue stone doorframe, emitting a sound so faint it was nearly imperceptible—she had controlled her strength deliberately, knowing full well that the person lying in the room was the type to sleep until the sun hit his backside.
"Pi Yanlin."
Chapter 118