"A fallen fairy?"
"This event seemed rather improper!"
"But then again, this itself wasn't a proper game..."
Chen Mo glanced discreetly at the moon white Daoist robe.
In the Jianghu, the word "fairy" was almost overused, like "young hero," it was often just a polite term.
However, for the system to recognize someone as a "fairy," among those present, it would likely only be Daoist Qingxuan, who topped the Rouge List.
"I wonder what kind of trick this time..."
Recalling the red silk that bound the Empress, Chen Mo's expression turned somewhat odd.
Just then, Ling Ningzhi turned her head to look over.
Both of their faces were shrouded in a thin mist, but they could sense each other's gaze.
Chen Mo slightly nodded, as a greeting, thinking to himself, *this Fairy Qingxuan was indeed too sensitive...*
Ling Ningzhi withdrew her gaze, her brows slightly furrowed.
