At this moment, a voice, that was as vague as mist and as cold as ice, resounded from an unknown direction, gradually falling into the ears of the two people. A deep astonishment flashed across Xia Qingyue’s beautiful eyes, as she immediately said. “Yes, Senior Master… Yun Che, follow me.”
The furnishment of the courtyard was exactly the same as Yun Che’s, and coincidentally, the position of the room Chu Yuechan chose, was exactly the same as Yun Che’s. With Xia Qingyue leading him, Yun Che reached in front of her room’s unlatched door. After a slight hesitation, he pushed the door open and entered.