Afterwards, Xu Shiyue stayed not far away, her eyes fixed intently on the two people conversing inside the pavilion.
As long as Leng Qingning dared to have even the slightest physical contact with Lin Yichen, she would definitely whip out her Bloodthirsty Sacred Sword and rush over to hack someone to pieces.
Seemingly sensing that guarded little gaze from afar, Leng Qingning felt like she couldn't sit still at all, as if the seat were covered in thorns.
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