Everyone followed the sound and looked over.
And saw.
In the corner of the private room sat a woman. She wore a plain green dress, her figure tall and slender, long delicate fingers pinching a wine cup, a glassy jade bracelet hanging from her snow-white wrist.
"Who is she? She actually dares tell Lu Xingzhou to go fetch her?" someone sneered.
Beside him, Zhao Jing's face changed drastically, his legs turned to jelly, and he could no longer hold himself up. With a loud "thud," he dropped to his knees, face deathly pale as he stammered, "Su… Elder Su…"
This green-robed woman was none other than Su Moran!
"The one from Heaven-Shocking Peak?"
Seeing Zhao Jing so terrified his soul seemed to have fled, the crowd who had been full of smug pride just moments ago suddenly remembered something, their expressions shifting as a wave of dread surged up in their hearts.
Someone still managed to remain standing and asked in a trembling voice:
"Su, Elder Su, why are you here?"
