After a long while, Li Xueyue decided to break the silence. She turned her attention from the night sky to Yu Zhen's face. There was a ghastly glow upon his seated form. His dark clothes and sharp jawline gave him the appearance of the keeper of souls. Well, he wasn't the Grim Reaper of the Battlefield for nothing.
"Are we going to have a civilized discussion now?" she asked in an amused voice.
Li Xueyue suppressed a chuckle when his jaw clenched. It seemed this petty man was still mad. Over what? She didn't know.
"We were having one in the palace before you ran off," Yu Zhen retorted.
Yu Zhen glanced to the side where Xiao Lizi was nipping the grass. She stood beside Heiyue and the two ignored each other's presence—much like their masters a few minutes ago.
