Zhou Qing was just about to speak when she raised her index finger to her lips: "Shh—"
She quickly formed seals with her hands, and a frosty air condensed into a sparkling Ice Lotus beneath her feet.
The lotus bloomed, its petals drifting to all corners of the room.
"Strange..." A moment later, Lu Yaoyao tilted her head in confusion.
"What's going on?" Zhou Qing asked with his eyes.
"When I came at noon, I vaguely felt an Ice Lotus hidden somewhere in the room."
She whispered softly, "Though Sister Shen probably wouldn't harm you, I can't help but feel uneasy..."
Zhou Qing's face changed suddenly, and he immediately expanded his Divine Sense to scan the entire room, but found nothing.
He frowned, then smiled wryly—indeed, with Shen Hanyi's cleverness, how could she be so easily deceived by his few words of nonsense?
She must have left some contingency to investigate discreetly.
