Yu Wan glanced at her and crossed the threshold.
This was a courtyard with two entrances. The Saintess brought Yu Wan through the hall and came to a corridor with an agarwood floor. Yu Wan walked slowly and sized up her surroundings from time to time.
The Saintess was injured and felt uncomfortable to begin with. Seeing that Yu Wan did not follow for a long time, she could not help but turn around and glare at her. "It's useless to look. You can't escape."
Yu Wan crossed her arms. "It's not up to you whether I can escape or not."
After interacting with Yan Jiuchao for a long time, she could be considered to have inherited his ability to anger people to death.
As expected, the Saintess' expression turned very ugly. Yu Wan lit the fire, but she had no intention of continuing to burn. She took a step past the Saintess and raised her chin as she walked forward. "Where's my room?"
