Inspection Office.
On the highest loft.
A faint mist arose.
"Residence Master, have a taste!"
Ye Qiu stretched out his hand, indicating for Hong Minghu to taste the freshly brewed hot tea in front of him.
A moment later.
"Excellent tea!"
Hong Minghu took a sip and nodded in praise.
"Residence Master, do you think we should intervene in the chaos below?" Ye Qiu asked immediately after seeing Hong Minghu set down his teacup.
"Chaos? What chaos?" Hong Minghu looked at Ye Qiu with a surprised expression.
"Do you really not understand, Residence Master?" Ye Qiu asked.
Hong Minghu said, "Why beat around the bush? Speak plainly!"
Hearing this, Ye Qiu stared into Hong Minghu's eyes and remained silent for a good two breaths.
Then, he chuckled softly.
"Alright!" Ye Qiu nodded firmly.
Just then, the two turned their heads toward the stairs behind them.
Thump, thump, thump—
The sound of footsteps was especially clear in the silent snowy weather, growing louder and clearer.
