"Hm."
Zhiwei nodded, with her indifferent demeanor, no one would suspect she was blatantly lying.
This was certainly not prepared by Master.
Master has now run off somewhere, perhaps long forgotten about Zhang Chuxi.
But if Master doesn't care, it's fine; as a disciple, she must share Master's worries.
She thought to herself, "Master did save her life after all. Judging by her attitude, she doesn't truly dislike Master... seems like, subconsciously, she wants to attract Master's attention? If that's the case, there's room for change."
Zhang Chuxi bit her lip and said no more.
Zhiwei pushed the door and walked out, reactivating the restrictions.
The Quiet Chamber returned to its tranquility.
Zhang Chuxi slowly moved to the table and picked up the small bottle.
The bottle felt warm and carried a faint medicinal fragrance.
She opened the cap, and a refreshing scent wafted over.
"Humph, pretend kindness!"
