"Rumble!"
The sudden sound of rumbling stomach made the black robed man pause his hands slightly and looked at the young man in black standing erect behind him.
"The Ninth."
"Subordinate is here." Feng Jiu took two steps forward and came to his side.
The black robed man looked up and saw a mask covering the young man's face. Since he couldn't see the young man's facial expression, he said, "Take the mask off. From now on, don't wear a mask when you're around me."
"Yes."
She removed her mask. Her outstanding look was expressionless, without any trace of embarrassment, as though the stomach rumble hadn't come from her.
The black robed man stopped moving his chopsticks. Without taking another bite, he stared at Feng Jiu as if looking for a sign of awkwardness on her face.
"Rumble."
