"What's the matter, why are you looking at me like this?"
Even though she was very careful in spying, Bai Zhan was still spotted. He curled the corner of his mouth and looked at her inexplicably.
"It's okay, it's just that I haven't seen you in a while. You like to talk about gossip."
Withdrawing his gaze, Mo Qingyan chuckled lightly, and the laughter couldn't tell whether it was sarcasm or something else.
"Really? Hehe..."
Bai Zhan smiled and did not speak any more.
The scene fell silent for a while.
Mo Qingyan did not feel embarrassed or uncomfortable, and still enjoyed the scenery leisurely.
The interior of Qingling Academy is beautifully decorated. Just like here, there is a lotus pond around the pavilion. The lotus that was supposed to bloom in June is still blooming brightly.
The green leaves of the pool full of ponds are more and more set off to make the lotus pink tender and beautiful.
Bai Zhan lowered his head to play with the peach blossom that he didn't know where he picked it off, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
Baifen folded a lotus and watched it with interest.
Mo Qingyan was thinking about some things, and all three of them were wandering.
A group of people passed by the lotus pond, and the one who walked in the front was Teacher Qin. His expression showed a little admiration to lead the two people behind.
Walking in the middle is a man, wearing a blue robe, with a cold face and widowed expression.
He has extremely narrow and long eyes, deep eyebrows, and a white veil covering his face, covering half of his face.
It was strange for a man to wear a veil, but he didn't feel the slightest awkwardness while wearing the veil on his face.
Behind the man was a woman in a light blue dress, with light eyebrows and a beautiful face. There seemed to be smoke between her eyebrows, with a hazy beauty.
Take a closer look, the man's face is somewhat familiar, and then think about it again, isn't that the man who spoke to Mo Qingcheng
The man who came from the same world as Mo Qingcheng, Lan—
When the man passed by the lotus pond, he suddenly glanced lightly at Bai Zhan sitting in the pavilion, and a trace of doubt flashed across his eyes.
It's him? Why is he here too
Look at the person across from Bai Zhan...
"Young Master Moyue, what are you looking at?"
The woman in the light blue dress suddenly asked.
Mo Yuelan retracted her gaze and said faintly: "It's nothing, I see an acquaintance."
"Oh? Really?"
The woman glanced into the pavilion, a smile flashed in her eyes, and said in a playful tone: "It is indeed an acquaintance..."
A very familiar person...
The woman clenched her palms tightly under the sleeves, staring at the direction of the pavilion, but the figure reflected in her eyes was not white, but Mo Qingyan!
"He is nothing strange here. After all, the prophet said that Xiefeng has returned to Lingyun Continent. Will those in the Eastern Continent who have become accustomed to freedom sit willingly?"
Mo Yuelan said indifferently.
The woman sneered, with mockery in her eyes.
"Don't say that you seem to be out of the way, are you willing to show up someone you can't control to disrupt the power layout of the Eastern Continent? People in the Nine Great Temples shouldn't want to be loyal to the evil phoenix again, right?"
"What does that have to do with me? Let's go, stop talking."
They used a sound-proof barrier when talking, so they didn't worry about being heard.
Before leaving, the woman looked back in the direction of the pavilion again, her eyes deep and ruthless, as if carrying an unforgettable hatred.
Feeling a hateful gaze falling on him, Mo Qingyan raised his head and saw only three figures from behind.
Teacher Qin and two other strangers, one man and one woman, Mo Qingyan always felt that the figures of those two people were familiar, but couldn't remember it, and finally didn't want to think about it.