But now, someone had managed to silently pass through the barrier and appeared in her room.
Li Jiujiu squinted with vigilance, and judging by this figure, it was clearly a man, definitely not one of her peers.
Spiritual power pulsed within her palm, ready to strike.
Li Jiujiu's gaze was sharp and cold, she spoke harshly: "Who are you?! So rude, how dare you intrude into my room!"
The blurred figure by the table slightly moved, taking out a fire stick with a light scratch, igniting the cold candle on the desk.
Warm orange light spread out, dispelling the darkness, the dim candlelight shone on his face - a handsome countenance, deep features, with deep-set eyes. It was the male guest from tonight's banquet.
Li Jiujiu's face grew colder: "It's you?!"
Before Baili An could reply, Li Jiujiu's sharp sword pointed at him: "Breaking into my room in the middle of the night, what do you intend?!"
