Shen Miao did not go back.
The white tiger on the ground seemed to have sensed that Shen Miao did not have any ill intentions. Moreover, its master did not show any hostility. Gradually, it let down its guard and leaned against Shen Miao's feet, snoring.
Shen Miao looked at the young man on the tree quietly.
After a while, she asked, "Xie Jingxing, do you want to destroy Ming Qi?"
The air fell silent in an instant.
Under the dim light, the young man's expression was hidden by the branches. Even if one could see it, they could not see his expression clearly because of the mask. One could only see a corner of his gorgeous purple robe hanging down. The pattern embroidered with golden threads shone brightly under the light. The threads intertwined, vaguely outlining the pattern of an auspicious beast.
It seemed to be a dragon.
The silence was alarming. He did not answer.
