Even though Qi Musen was now middle-aged and his presence lacked the razor-sharp edge of his youth, he still exerted an invisible sense of oppression that made Shen Luo feel as though her steps were growing somewhat heavy.
"Why are you dragging your feet like that? Is something the matter?"
Qi Musen had been practicing calligraphy on paper. Seeing her approach in this manner, he put down the top-grade writing brush in his hand. His tone gave nothing away as to his mood, though it carried a measure of concern.
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