Jiang Xinli looked at the smiling young noble and got straight to the point:
"What is this 'Holy Sanctuary'? And what about the High Priest and the Holy Land Knight Order?"
"Miss Xinli." The corner of Lanse's mouth lifted in a slight smile as his tall frame continued to press closer to her. "The courtyard is hardly the place to discuss such matters."
As he spoke, he leaned down slightly, gracefully taking her hand and placing a light kiss on the back of her fair, delicate skin.
Jiang Xinli instinctively tried to pull her hand back, but he held it firm. He turned to the side in a gentlemanly manner:
"Miss Xinli, if you please."
Jiang Xinli glanced at the interconnected courtyards, her brow furrowed slightly, and followed him into the drawing-room.
Two sea turtle servants brought in hot tea.
The moment the door shut with a CREAK, a transparent curtain of water, similar to a Space Barrier, enveloped the entire room.
