Only Queyu was meticulous enough to let his peripheral vision sweep back and forth between Jun Wushang and Qingluan, then asked in a casual, everyday tone: "Well? Wushang, dressed up so meticulously today, is there something else on your mind?"
Hearing this, Bailu Yuan and the others paused simultaneously, then all turned their gazes over in unison.
The chatterbox Nanli, possessing the ultimate gossiping instinct, circled around Jun Wushang as if performing a serious ritual. He looked him up and down, front and back, left and right, high and low, then rested one hand on his other elbow while stroking his chin with the other hand. Wearing a lewd yet deadpan expression, he finally made a rough guess in a slightly more normal direction: "Could it be that over the past few decades, the sun and moon essence of the Geothermal World has waned, and Wushang hasn't absorbed enough, leaving his cultivation stagnant, so he's thinking of borrowing some rare treasures from our Twelfth Highness?"
Chapter 69