Ding Nanrong, wrapped in a purple bathrobe, swept out with her Water Lotus Sword, standing barefoot in the middle of the room, looking around with a frosty face.
She stood on guard for a long time.
After not finding any suspicious signs, she frowned slightly.
“Is it an illusion?”
“But why do I feel a sense of oppression?”
“It’s like… Someone is using the same intensity of spiritual energy ….”
” Is it because of the water element poison?”
She couldn’t understand it and just assumed it was the effect of the water element poison that had caused her nerves to become overly sensitive.
So she undid the spiritual pressure and put the sword into her ring.
Then returned to the bathroom and continued to ease the damn water element poison away.
“Splash!” The sound of entering the water.
Ding Nanrong was already back in the bath tub.
Phew~
Jiang Mu secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
He hurriedly calmed his body and mind and took the opportunity to stand up.
Regardless of his hands and feet, he moved smoothly to the door of the room.
Quietly he left.
As quietly as he had come.
His heart was unruffled, and he breathed a fresh smell of the air and signed once again.
***
[Well, after some inspection, Ding Nanrong did not go overboard.]
[Her persona, too, is not crooked.]
After leaving the private airship.
Jiang Mu recorded his diary while doing so.
While sweeping towards the direction of the unoccupied canyon.